Celebrating May

The First of May

by Annette Wynne

If I could stay up late no doubt

I'd catch the buds just bursting out;

And up from every hidden root

Would jump a tiny slender shoot;

I wonder how seeds learn the way,

They always know the very day—

The pretty, happy first of May;

If I could stay up then, no doubt

I'd catch the buds just bursting out.

May Is Pretty, May Is Mild

by Annette Wynne

May is pretty, May is mild,

Dances like a happy child;

Sing out, robin; spring out, flowers;

April went with all her showers,

And the world is green again;

Come out, children, to the glen,

To the meadows, to the wood,

For the earth is clean and good,

And the sky is clear and blue,

And bright May is calling you!

May is pretty, May is mild,

Dances like a happy child,

On a blessèd holiday,

Come out, children, join the play!

May Night

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.

Instead of all of the disheartening political turmoil, there is something beautiful to celebrate: May, Spring, Life