a happy day in May
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,
Like girls at their first communion
The pear trees stand.
The pear trees stand.
Oh I must pass nothing by
Without loving it much,
The raindrop try with my lips,
The grass with my touch;
For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May
Shining after the rain?
🌷🌹☔️🌷🌹☔️🌷🌹☔️🍁🌹☔️☀️
May Day by Sara Teasdale
Listen to Kate Earl sing Shadows and Light http://youtu.be/wKXvrtCiOvo
photos found at www.pinterest.com/al492
life: acoustic & amplified 