The Moon shines bright...

Carolina Silverbell by night (top). A tree of the Appalachian Mountains, where Eastern Redbud (below) and Flowering Dogwood (bottom) are also at home. There too, the May Day Carol persists as a folk relic of the old Tradition. There was a time when May was celebrated with sophisticated poetry, and its lustiness not reduced to milky metaphor.
Nor need it be so now.