Saturday, May 1, 2021

Pass Nothing By on May Day

~ May Bouquet at Grandma's Getaway ~

May Day

A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.

Red small leaves of the maple
Are clenched like a hand,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.

Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;

For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?

Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)


~ Marion's Blue & White China ~
See the miniature set?! ~ [lower left]
~ All Previous May Day Posts ~

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