It Must be May...

When the whole world is washed with green

And splashed with lilacs in between

Indigo heights and emerald tray

Then I think that it must be May

When latticework of scrawny limb

Is traced and graced with leaf-lace trim

And sudden showers come to play

Well, then I think it must be May

When sparkling brooks laugh through the land

To chatter over sludge and sand

In ribbons blue and silver-gray

Then I am sure it must be May

...the gold of dandelion rush

The pink of apple-blossom blush

The rainbow of tulip foray

All seem to sing, 'it must be May'

It must be May when all the world

Is nature’s virgin bud unfurled

As earth dons garments floral-green

Where winter’s faded robes had been

© Janet Martin

I am always rather reluctant to relinquish May...