It's not May, but here in South Texas (even with the little cold snap that we're coping with, sweaters back out of the cupboard), it is blossom time. And it's also poetry month, I understand. Here's a poem by Ann Porter I could not resist sharing. Please leave one of your own, or a link to a favorite in the comments, if you'd like to share.
When winter was half over
God sent three angels to the
apple-tree
Who said to her
"Be glad, you little rack
Of empty sticks,
Because you have been chosen.
In May you will become
A wave of living sweetness
A nation of white petals
A dynasty of apples."
- Anne Porter