Thank you to Hugh for sending this wonderful poem in celebration of the May!
From: “Hugh J. Curran” <Hugh_J_Curran@umit.maine.edu>
Poem (slighty amended) from about 1200 years ago & attributed to Fionn (Finn) McCumhal.Song of Bealtaine(Mayday)(Dia ceadamhan la buidhbealtaine)May day,delightful the time,wonderful the colorsof the season asbirds singto a world come alivewith cuckoos& wood frogs echoingtheir refrainin wonder & harmony.Such great welcomeis this noble seasonof spring renewingitself in warmth,swallowing frigid timesas birds begin to skimabove meadow canopies& wild stags, soft doesseek solaceby the streams.Heathery hillsof purple evergreen& budding maple treesspread out their hairabove the bright flowersof bog & heath,awakeningcold weather mindsto the joy of weepingwillows,their efflorescencea glad tidingsreflecting the encirclmentof heaven & earth,of planets & stars,that will us from unbeliefto a renewalin lulling waves of warmthebbing & flowing,so like meadowsflowering in a yearningto cover the earthduring this bealtaineseason of May.(Finn McCumhal: Celtic Poem to Mayday)