As May approaches, the birth of spring.
The baby will make a journey,
short in distance, but great in miracle.
Edith wrote a diary a century ago,
observing nature, and drawing the beauty.
This is her May.
Her book is an inspiration.
For one year, she wrote and drew
the things she found on her walks,
the flowers in bloom,
the weather patterns,
the birds that pass through,
and everything with such detail.
I found this book in the library,
and was sad to return it to the dusty shelf.
May be someone else
will also be curious to look inside.
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