In another effort to review more poetry before National Poetry Month is over, I picked up Red Sings from Treetops: A Year in Colors. What a lovely, lovely book! I love the way this ongoing poem personifies each color–it’s not a cardinal singing from the treetop, it’s Red singing, and it’s not snow falling from the sky, but White–and the way rhymes and alliteration sneak in here and there, making the phrases roll off the tongue with a delicious lilting texture to them. The art is wonderful, too: the rich, thick colors, the folk-art-y style overlayed with bits of text-filled paper or textile patterns, and especially the little crowns that adorn the heads of just about every living creature on the pages, making the birds and animals look like little saints. My only gripe with the art is that a cardinal, the titular image, appears in almost every illustration–but not actually every illustration. There are a few scenes in the middle that I pored over, desperate to find that little speck of red, and was quite disappointed when it didn’t appear. You can’t have a cardinal in all but four scenes in a 32-page book, it feels unsatisfying, a pattern that didn’t follow through. It’s those four pages that put this book at four stars for me instead of five–but otherwise, it’s beautiful, quirky, and a delight for the senses.