For much of the world, May is a sensorial miracle, that time of year when the poetry of of better days ahead starts feeling like something you can trust. Thomas Dekker (no relation to actor/singer/heartthrob Thomas Dekker, nor L.A. Clipper Sam) wrote of May:
O, the month of May, the merry month of May,
So frolic, so gay, and so green, so green, so green!
O, and then did I unto my true love say,
Sweet Peg, thou shalt be my Summer’s Queen.