honey-sweet may.

May

I didn't have my glasses on....

“at last came the golden month of the wild folk–

honey-sweet May, when the birds come back,

and the flowers come out,

and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.”

― samuel scoville jr.

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image credit: proteus, ‘the elfin maypole float, 1887

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