May, Fairest of All Art Thou

May, fairest of all art thou

Thou that wearest leafling lace

Thou that warms the hungry face

And caresses nature’s brow

May, most lovely to behold

Merchants cannot own thy Best

But stand awestruck like the rest

As thy first green spills in gold

May, the hope of human heart

Blossoms dot thy flawless gown

Lilac-whispers weave thy crown

Earth, thy gallery of art

Thy tray heaped with hip-hooray

Thy day like a dream come true

Thy eyes like a lake of blue

Thou, the fairest of all, May

© Janet Martin

Okay readers from rural Ontario... so this poem is a bit of a coax to the May we know is out there!
We get a little glimpse then the temps nose-dive again so put a log on the fire and dream;-)