When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush; Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multitude; Of golden chalices to humming-birds; And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.
The love that loves a scarlet coat Should be more uniform.Honorius of Autun
And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread.bayard taylor
For Poetry is the wisdom of the blood,That scarlet tree within, which has the powerTo make dull words bud forth and burst in flower.osbert sitwell