Haiku for May

                   Life stirs in the shell:

                   Shoots spring, buds burst,blossom flies

                   -Floating pink silk snow.


My favourite ever poem is this by A.E.Housman

           Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
           Is hung with bloom along the bough,
           And stands about the woodland ride
           Wearing white for Eastertide.

           Now, of my threescore years and ten,
           Twenty will not come again,
           And take from seventy years a score,
           It only leaves me fifty more.

           And since to look at things in bloom
           Fifty springs are little room,
           About the woodlands I will go
           To see the cherry hung with snow.           

Here is a similar idea, from Robert Frost:

         Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today
         And give us not to think so far away
         As the uncertain harvest; keep us here 
         All simply in the springing of the year.

To which I say, Amen....

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