Somewhat hard to believe that it is May 1st when I look at these photos my daughter, Jeni, sent me this morning from Denver. May Day in Denver, and the snow is falling!
In contrast, Bellingham's live webcam views this morning show hints of brighter skies for our May Day celebrations.(Clicking on the above photo will take you to a website showing several live webcams in Bellingham area.)
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May Day
A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.
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?
- by Sara Teasdale
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Song on a May Morning
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 thy dressing;
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
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 thy dressing;
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
By John Milton
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Denver, fear not, your snows will not last long for your weather forecast shows the promise of warm, clear skies with temperatures in the high sixties within just a few days!
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#1333
A little madness in the Spring
is wholesome even for the King.
by Emily Dickinson
is wholesome even for the King.
by Emily Dickinson
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May Day
I've decided to waste my life again,
Like I used to: get drunk on
The light in the leaves, find a wall
Against which something can happen,
Whatever may have happened
Long ago—let a bullet hole echoing
The will of an executioner, a crevice
In which a love note was hidden,
Be a cell where a struggling tendril
Utters a few spare syllables at dawn.
I've decided to waste my life
In a new way, to forget whoever
Touched a hair on my head, because
It doesn't matter what came to pass,
Only that it passed, because we repeat
Ourselves, we repeat ourselves.
I've decided to walk a long way
Out of the way, to allow something
Dreaded to waken for no good reason,
Let it go without saying,
Let it go as it will to the place
It will go without saying: a wall
Against which a body was pressed
For no good reason, other than this.
by Phillis Levin
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Happy May Day to all!
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Information on the history and traditions of May Day is available on the Wikipedia website at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_Day.
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