MAY DAY

MAY DAY by SARA TEASDALE (1884-1933) excerpts

A delicate fabric of bird song

Floats in the air

The smell of wet wild earth

Is everywhere

Red small leaves of the maple

Are clenched like a hand,

The pear tree stand

Oh I must pass nothing by

The raindrop try

The grass with my touch,

For how can I be sure

Shining after the rain.

The scent of orchards in the rain, the sea

Let me go down as waves sweep to the shore......

Photographs 2021