There are so many poems and literary references for the lovely month of May, that I find it difficult to choose just one. So, I've chosen a few of my favourites.
Thomas Hardy Afterwards
And the May month flaps
Its glad green leaves like wings.
Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk.
Vera Brittain May Morning at Oxford
Into the clear pure Heaven the hymn aspired
Piercingly sweet. This was the morning hour
When life awoke with Spring's creative power,
And the old City's grey to gold was fired.
Silently reverent stood the noisy throng;
Under the bridge the boats in long array
Lay motionless. The chorister's far song
Faded upon the breeze in echoes long.
Swifly I left the bridge and rode away.
Straight to the little wood's green heart I sped,
Where cowslips grew, beneath whose gold withdrawn
The fragrant earth peeped warm and richly red;
All trace of Winter's chilling touch had fled,
And song-birds ushered in year's bright morn.
From Beatrix Potter's, 'The Fairy Caravan' (1929)
"How blue the bluebells were! A sea of soft pale blue: tree behind tree; and beneath the trees, wave upon wave, a blue sea of bluebells."
She is all so slight
And tender and white
—As a May morning.
She walks without hood
At dusk. It is good
—To hear her sing.
It's a lovely "coming of age" novel which I haven't read for so many years, but which I have thoroughly enjoyed dipping into again.