Yesterday we were reminded that winter still hovers in the fringes, but today May returns to more seasonal form.
The trees wear green, lace dresses
The breeze, a satin shawl
The gleaming hill caresses
Blue-heaven madrigals
The brook, a laughing love-song
Each nook and dell a plot
Where lolls the daffodil with
Blue-eyed forget-me-not
Dawn is a golden posy
Noon is a butterfly
Dusk lingers, lush and rosy
Where violet vespers sigh
Hope finds orchard-havens
Clothes the scraggly limb
With the blush of blossoms
Yonder woodlands brim
…with nature’s gladdest singing
As praise to heaven rings
For the kind refurbishing
Of earth’s long-hidden springs
© Janet Martin
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