A wild wind and a flying moon,
And drifts that shrink and cower;
A heart that leaps at the thought, How soon
The earth will be in flower!
Behind the gust and the ragged cloud
And the sound of loosening floods,
I see young May with her fair head bowed,
Walking in a world of buds.
~~
Ethelwyn Wetherald (1857-1940)
from Lyrics and Sonnets, 1931
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Ethelwyn Wetherald biography
Ross, Full moon rising over snowfields. March 2006. CC BY-SA 2.0, Wikimedia Commons.
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