I Went to the Woods Yesterday …

The month of May, the merry month of May,
So long awaited, and so quickly past.
The winter’s over, and it’s time to play.

I saw a hundred shades of green today
And everything that Man made was outclassed.
The month of May, the merry month of May.

So carpe diem, gather buds, make hay.
The world is glorious. Compare, contrast
December with the merry month of May.
Now is the time, now is the time to play.

The Merry Month of May by Thomas Dekker (1632)

The Immortality of Spring

Spring – An experience in immortality.
~ Henry D. Thoreau

Now a lady came out of the carriage

“Miss May,” she called herself, and wore summer clothes and overshoes. She had on a beech-tree-green silk dress, and anemones in her hair, and she was so scented with wild thyme that the sentry had to sneeze...” * H.C. Andersen