May Poem
Although we are not yet at May’s end, this seemed like a good point to post this poem, since over the next week or so I shall be under a lot of pressure and it is unlikely I shall find a chance to add more material to the site. When I have the time, probably in about ten days or so, I shall start posting up the sections of the Handbook that describe the Midsummer rituals.
May End
Come May end and day end,
Find in this twinfall of love
All sunsets undershone
That leaftops sing
Gold to my evening eye:
For I am run alive along my branch,
Flung helter-skelter where the spiralled
Season bursts joy buds to flowered glory,
Rush of your love to my head
In mortal moment never sprung
Upon my body in before.
© The Estate of Ronald M. White
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