maybe; maybe not

may blossom

No dabbling in the dew this morning – I’d have had to put my wellies on and am not sure how you tell dew that has risen from rain that has fallen.

No Morris dancers with their bells and wooden staves, and no dancing round the Maypole.

No Green Man and no May Queen.

But I have photos of the flowers of the May tree.

And in recognition of International Workers’ Day I shall work at my computer for less than eight hours, even if much of the rest of this Bank Holiday is likely to be spent in the kitchen or doing the housework.

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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