Friday Poetry: Sara Teasdale

Happy Friday!

My chosen poem this week is by the American lyric poet Sara Teasdale (1884-1933).

May Night

The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.

Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing -
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring. 

Sara Teasdale

Happy Reading

Etsy

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