It is also a month within the northern season of Spring.
• The month May have been named for the Greek goddess Maia, who was identified with the Roman era goddess of fertility, Bona Dea, whose festival was held in May.
• No other month begins on the same day of the week as May. This month and June are the only two months that have this in common.
Evidently there are a good lot of poetry, quotes, sayings, quips, aphorisms, and lore for the Month of May ~
In my garden I'm looking forward to the Lily of the Valley blooming and the Lilacs at my Moms, and in the Mt.. Auburn and Arnold's arboretum
The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May."
Sara Teasdale, May
"A swarm of bees in May
Is worth a load of hay;
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon;
A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly."
- Rhyme from England
"May and June. Soft syllables, gentle names for the two best months in the garden year: cool, misty
mornings gently burned away with a warming spring sun, followed by breezy afternoons and chilly nights.
The discussion of philosophy is over; it's time for work to begin."
- Peter Loewer
"The world's favorite season is the spring.
All things seem possible in May."
- Edwin Way Teale
"Be like a flower and turn your face to the sun."
- Kahlil Gibran
"What potent blood hath modest May."
- Ralph W. Emerson
"Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
A box where sweets compacted lie."
- George Herbert, Virtue
leaking through the roof
dripping from the wasps' nest."
- Matsuo Basho
"Don't knock the weather: nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation
if it didn't change once in a while."
- Kin Hubbard
"By the time one is eighty, it is said, there is no longer a tug of war in the garden with the May flowers
hauling like mad against the claims of the other months. All is at last in balance and all is serene.
The gardener is usually dead, of course."
- Henry Mitchell, The Essential Earthman
"If it's drama that you sigh for, plant a garden and you'll get it. You will know the thrill of battle
fighting foes that will beset it. If you long for entertainment and for pageantry most glowing, plant
a garden and this summer spend your time with green things growing."
- Edward A. Guest, Plant a Garden
"'Tis like the birthday of the world,
When earth was born in bloom;
The light is made of many dyes,
The air is all perfume:
There's crimson buds, and white and blue,
The very rainbow showers
Have turned to blossoms where they fell,
And sown the earth with flowers."
- Thomas Hood
"In somer when the shawes be sheyne,
And leves be large and long,
Hit is full merry in feyre foreste
To here the foulys song.
To see the dere draw to the dale
And leve the hilles hee,
And shadow him in the leves grene
Under the green-wode tree.
Hit befell on Whitsontide
Early in a May mornyng,
The Sonne up faire can shyne,
And the briddis mery can syng."
- Anonymous, May in the Green Wode, 15h Century
stuck to dry weeds -
silent wind chimes"
- Michael Garofalo, Cuttings
"You are as welcome as the flowers in May."
- Charles Macklin
"The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud come over the sunlit arch,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March."
- Robert Frost
"O day after day we can't help growing older.
Year after year spring can't help seeming younger.
Come let's enjoy our winecup today,
Nor pity the flowers fallen."
- Wang Wei, On Parting with Spring
"The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit;
for like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart that is in
any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds. For it giveth unto all lovers courage,
that lusty month of May."
- Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte d'Arthur
'But I must gather knots of flowers,
And buds and garlands gay,
For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother,
I'm to be Queen o' the May.'
- Alfred Lord Tennyson
"The young May moon is beaming, love.
The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love.
How sweet to rove,
Through Morna's grove,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
Then awake! -- the heavens look bright, my dear,
'Tis never too late for delight, my dear,
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!"
- Thomas Moore, The Young May Moon
"The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh."
- Philip Larkin, The Trees
"Now every field is clothed with grass, and every tree with leaves; now the woods put forth their
blossoms, and the year assumes its gay attire."
"What is now the foliage moving?
Air is still, and hush'd the breeze,
Sultriness, this fullness loving,
Through the thicket, from the trees.
Now the eye at once gleams brightly,
See! the infant band with mirth
Moves and dances nimbly, lightly,
As the morning gave it birth,
Flutt'ring two and two o'er earth."
- Wolfgang Goethe, May 1815
"What is so sweet and dear
As a prosperous morn in May,
The confident prime of the day,
And the dauntless youth of the year,
When nothing that asks for bliss,
Asking aright, is denied,
And half of the world a bridegroom is,
And half of the world a bride?"
- William Watson, Ode in May, 1880
"I found a strawberry blossom in a rock. I uprooted it rashly and felt as if I had been committing
an outrage, so I planted it again."
- Dorothy Wordsworth
"Sap which mounts, and flowers which thrust,
Your childhood is a bower:
Let my fingers wander in the moss
Where glows the rosebud
'Let me among the clean grasses
Drink the drops of dew
Which sprinkle the tender flower"
- Paul Verlaine, Spring
"Spring - an experience in immortality."
- Henry D. Thoreau
"The year is ended, and it only adds to my age;
Spring has come, but I must take leave of my home.
Alas, that the trees in this easter garden,
Without me, will still bear flowers."
- Su Ting, circa 700 CE
"Well, spring sprang. We've had our state of grace and our little gift of sanctioned madness,
courtesy of Mother Nature. Thanks, Gaia. Much obliged. I guess it's time to get back to
that daily routine of living we like to call normal."
- David Assael
"A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King."
- Emily Dickinson
Blogger was a little off for me tonight, font colour changed to dark almost black, font style and text size became gigantic and an ocean of tags that I know not where they came from , this post was bloodsucking- i don't think I've ever run into a post that made me feel so bloody inadequate- perhaps tis time for me to take a little break. x