Ah, May

Slowly, spring is beginning to keep its promises :) ...my intent was to record the spring-peepers in this video but their song stopped when I showed up!

Hope wakes and tumbles from its hiding-place

In bud, first bloom and bird-song interlaced

The patch of sky where April showers wept

Is wide-eyed now and where spring over-slept

A new song stirs and tugs her from the deep

For she has many promises to keep

Of diamonds on the brook at five ‘o clock

Of daffodil to spill along the walk

Ah May, the pelting, melting day is done

Storm-wearied limbs caress the morning sun

Where she unfolds upon the pulsing bark

Leaf-song to strum the hours after dark

The happiness of dust begins with thee

Oh May, as farmers trust and plant their seed

How glorious thy youthful breeze-refrain

As earth feels like our homestead once again

May polishes the window of the sky

And we, like children laugh and almost fly

The streams that long were highways made of glass

Rush over miracles of trout and bass

As boyhood wakens in the best of men

The dream to hold a fishing rod again

And it is easy now to fill with praise

The mouth that drooped in weary winter days

Is there a morning quite as rare as May?

Her gladsome threshold fools work into play

We toil, but with spring-tide’s refurbished mirth

As May spills poetry across the earth

And we are pleased to be a humble part

Of this; awed witness to our Maker’s heart

As He brushes Time’s icy tear away

And thrills its hunger with the month of May

© Janet Martin