May Morning Medley

I had a little flower photo-shoot while waiting on the youngsters to arrive this morning...

Farewell, sweet, sweetest May

Leaf-lace on woodland’s viridian veil

Showcase for perfume of lilac-lined trail

Laughter from rafters of sapphire sweep

After the ire of winter-winds sleep

Romance of tulip and forget-me-not

Slow-dance of zephyr on hill and tree-top

Twitter and titter of fair, feathered throng

Dew-diamond glitter gilds dawn’s meadow-song

Garden-plots grin with the glint of first-fruit

Tiny tots traipse through its haven, bare-foot

Rain-streams and sunbeams ravish nature’s need

Daydreamers dally where bud-ballets bleed

Wealth wills bloom-wonder to beggar-like bards

Earth spills plumed plunder to gaunt limbs and yards

Gone is the groaning of ‘when will it be’

Spring spawns atonement for hope’s misery

Merchant and miser alike cannot claim

Garment of nature nor lock of Her mane

Silver sun-sparkles on shimmering seas

Shiver of poplar leaf-lay on the breeze

Summer, a murmur of moments away

Calmer, the commonness of middle day

Fairer the freeway of blush pinks and creams

Where May is heaven of earth, so it seems

© Janet Martin