May's finally here! I left the house this morning for a Saturday morning ballet rehearsal, and as I drove home, it seemed that suddenly, all the trees burst into leaf. It was amazing! There's green and gold all over the place outside, and a hawk making circles outside my window. It's a lovely 60 degrees outside, and you couldn't ask for a more beautiful day!

Creativity-wise, I've been having a wonderful week. I'm working out some ideas for my story. It's been just about a year since I started my current project, and my writing is getting better all the time! Incidentally, so is my imagination...

(Actually, I always dream in color... lol)

I hope everyone is having as beautiful a time as I am. The year is just now beginning to wrap up--a couple more weeks, and we're outta there! Time moves so quickly; all we can do is milk all the joy out of each moment.

Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each. --Henry David Thoreau

"Corinna’s Going a-Maying" by Robert Herrick

Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn
Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.
See how Aurora throws her fair
Fresh-quilted colors through the air:
Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see
The dew bespangling herb and tree.
Each flower has wept and bowed toward the east
An hour since; yet you not dressed,
Nay! not so much as out of bed?
When all the birds have matins said,
And sung their thankful hymns: ‘tis sin,
Nay, profanation to keep in,
When as a thousand virgins on this day
Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.

Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen
To come forth, like the springtime, fresh and green,
And sweet as Flora. Take no care
For jewels for your gown or hair:
Fear not, the leaves will strew
Gems in abundance upon you:
Besides, the childhood of the day has kept,
Against you come, some orient pearls unwept:
Come and receive them while the light
Hangs on the dew-locks of the night,
And Titan on the eastern hill
Retires himself, or else stands still
Till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief in praying:
Few beads are best when once we go a-Maying.

Come, my Corinna, come; and coming, mark
How each field turns a street, each street a park
Made green and trimmed with trees: see how
Devotion gives each house a bough
Or branch: each porch, each door, ere this,
An ark, a tabernacle is
Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove;
As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Can such delights be in the street
And open fields, and we not see’t?
Come, we’ll broad; and let’s obey
The proclamation made for May,
And sin no more, as we have done, by staying;
But my Corinna, come, let’s go a-Maying.

There’s not a budding boy or girl this day
But is got up and gone to bring in May.
A deal of youth, ere this, is come
Back, and with white-thorn laden home.
Some have dispatched their cakes and cream
Before that we have left to dream:
And some have wept and wooed and plighted troth
And chose their priest, ere we can cast off sloth:
Many a green-gown has been given,
Many a kiss, both odd and even;
Many a glance too has been sent
From out the eye, love’s firmament;
Many a jest told of the keys betraying
This night, and locks picked, yet we are not a-Maying.

Come, let us go while we are in our prime,
And take the harmless folly of the time.
We shall grow old apace, and die
Before we know our liberty.
Our life is short, and our days run
As fast away as does the sun:
And as a vapor, or a drop of rain
Once lost, can ne’er be found again:
So when or you or I are made
A fable, song, or fleeting shade,
All love, all liking, all delight
Lies drowned with us in endless night.
Then while time serves, and we are but decaying,
Come my Corinna, come, let’s go a-Maying.