:: may days... ::

" On this morning the weather

was of that voluptuous vernal kind,

which calls forth all latent romance of a man's temperament,

filling his mind with music, and disposing him

to quote poetry and dream of beauty."

{Washington Irving}

oh May,

you were a gift.

morning walks,

my eyes and heart

filled with beauty.

cool air caresses

honeysuckle sweetening the air.

a soul awakens...

creativity stirs.

in the early light of dawn,

I feel excitement & energy,

a spring in my step...

eagerness to begin the day.

grateful.