May Days...

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