May is here and no matter what happens in society, nature is bursting. I see it every day when I go for a run; the grass is growing, the birds are chattering, and the bunnies are cavorting. It sounds like a poem.
As to be expected, most May poems have nothing to do with the month. However, I found a wonderful poem by John Milton that expresses this precursor to summer perfectly. And it even rhymes.
Song On May Morning
by John Milton
Now the bright morning-star, Day’s harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire!
Woods and groves are of thy dressing;
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.