May
Hark! The sea-faring wild-fowl loud proclaim
My coming, and the swarming of the bees.
These are my heralds, and behold! my name
Is written in blossoms on the hawthorn-trees.
I tell the mariner when to sail the seas;
I waft o’er all the land from far away
The breath and bloom of the Hesperides,
My birthplace. I am Maia. I am May.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
HANNA'S WALK 
Bellísimas fotografías de mayo y un hermoso poema. Muchas gracias querida Hanna.
Great photos, Hanna. Than so much.
All the best.
Thank you so much, Isabel. I hope you are having some lovely days ahead of you!!
All the best,
Hanna