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

Poem of The Road

From this hour, freedom!
From this hour I ordain myself loosed of limits and
imaginary lines,
Going where I list—my own master, total and abso-
lute,
Listening to others, and considering well what they
say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of
the holds that would hold me.

~ Poem of The Road by Walt Whitman

Leave Nothing But Your Footprint ❤ Happy Walk