Below – Bea Jones: “May Day”
by Emily Dickinson
Pink, small, and punctual,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,
Dear to the moss,
Known by the knoll,
Next to the robin
In every human soul.
Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee,
Below – Cecilia Frigati: “Fragranza Di Primavera #2”
From “Stairway to Heaven”
by Led Zeppelin
If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now
It’s just a spring clean for the May queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There’s still time to change the road you’re on
Below – Malcolm Chambers: “The May Queen”
Musings in May: Edwin Way Teale
“The world’s favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May.”
Below – Rocio Navarro: “Winds of spring #3”
by Jonathan Galassi
The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon,
takes on a used-up, feather-duster look
within a week.
The ivy’s spring reconnaissance campaign
sends red feelers out and up and down
to find the sun.
Ivy from last summer clogs the pool,
brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulch
soft to the touch
and rank with interface of rut and rot.
The month after the month they say is cruel
is and is not.
Below – Victor Tkachenko: “Late Spring”
Musings in May: Marty Rubin
“May: the lilacs are in bloom. Forget yourself.”
Below – Daniel Brown: “Lilac Valley”
A Poem for May
“In the Month of May”
by Robert Bly
In the month of May when all leaves open,
I see when I walk how well all things
lean on each other, how the bees work,
the fish make their living the first day.
Monarchs fly high; then I understand
I love you with what in me is unfinished.
I love you with what in me is still
changing, what has no head or arms
or legs, what has not found its body.
And why shouldn’t the miraculous,
caught on this earth, visit
the old man alone in his hut?
And why shouldn’t Gabriel, who loves honey,
be fed with our own radishes and walnuts?
And lovers, tough ones, how many there are
whose holy bodies are not yet born.
Along the roads, I see so many places
I would like us to spend the night.
Below – Olga Star: “Two against the wind”
by Sara Teasdale
The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.
Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing–
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.
Below – Thomas Lamb: “Blossom Trees at Night”
Art for May – Svetlana Kotova: “Forest Nymph”
Welcome, Wonderful May
Below – Marina Kalinovsky: “Iris in the beautiful month of May”