these are days: maysong

Greetings from the sodden mid-Atlantic, where on Mother's Day I looked at my weather app and saw something I truly thought was some kind of misprint, user error, data glitch.

Alas, this ten-day forecast has been pretty much accurate, and although my class got lucky with outdoor recess on Monday and Tuesday, today will be our 3rd straight day of indoor recess--in May!

May, of all months, the most voluptuous and enticing of all months,
the month when April showers are to have brought swathes of flowers, when a young person's fancy turns to thoughts of

I CANNOT SPEND A SINGLE  'NOTHER MINUTE INSIDE THIS CLASSROOM EVEN IF TODAY IS THE DAY THAT OUR CHRYSALISES CRACK OPEN & BECOME BUTTERFLIES.


I personally will not be sodden and down-trodden (even as I think with respect and compassion on those of  Muslim students and colleagues who are navigating this dreary gray week of AP's and exams WHILE FASTING) because I will be playing this poem on repeat.  I posted it in April of 2016 as part of my "Lyrics as Poetry" series, but it was a Monday and no one was paying attention...

so here's Natalie Merchant, with 10,000 Maniacs and line breaks by me.

These Are Days

These are the days

These are days 

you'll remember
Never before and never since

I promise

will the whole world be warm as this
And as you feel it

you'll know it's true 

that you are blessed and lucky
It's true 

that you are touched by something 

that will grow and bloom in you.

These are days 

you'll remember
When May is rushing over you 

with desire

to be part of the miracles you see

in every hour
You'll know it's true 

that you are blessed and lucky
It's true 

that you are touched by something 

that will grow and bloom in you

These are days

These are the days you might fill with laughter 

until you break
These days you might feel a shaft of light 

make its way across your face
And when you do 

you'll know how it was meant to be
See the signs and know their meaning
It's true

you'll know how it was meant to be
Hear the signs 

and know they're speaking to you,

to you. 

Play loud against the rain-dimmed sunrise and the rain-bent trees and the rain-rusted azaleas.

"These Are Days" by Natalie Merchant and Rob Buck

from the album Our Time in Eden, 1992

The round-up today is with Rebecca at Sloth Reads.  Slog on over and see what sun peeks from between the clouds....I'm just no good at raining.