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.
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?
- Sara Teasdale, May Day
I shared this poem with a women’s circle I’m in and wanted to share here as well. I love the imagery and the message of capturing each moment. Take some to reflect on how the poem resonates for you.
(The above picture is of one of the journals I made for my women’s circle out of cereal boxes.)
Love the poem. And yes, I'll try to be grateful each moment. The journal you made is beautiful.
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Beautiful poem with a beautiful message. It's too easy to spend the day without seeing and experiencing the wonders around us.
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