May is here! That means nature is in full-on spring mode: blossoms in the orchards, the first leaves on trees and flowers carefully blooming. Such beauty asks for a May poem. I’ll be honest, I didn’t know Sara Teasdale that well (I only posted one other poem by her before). She’s an American lyric poet whose work is often overlooked because it’s not as innovative as the work of some of her contemporaries, like William Carlos Williams. But sometimes, you don’t need revolutionary words. Sometimes, lyricism and beautiful images are quite enough to capture that wonderful spring feeling.
The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.
Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing —
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.