A 'Month of May' Song

Suddenly my heart is filled with high hopes of garden-planting tonight...

before tomorrow's next wave of rain!

The month of May makes mundane chores an honor to employ

Set grandly on a stage of buds brimming with petal-joy

Where we, without admittance fee are welcome to behold

A wonder-world of Workmanship that hills and fields unfold

To startle us to worship as blooms break through dormant sod

And marvel at the miracle of life ordained by God

The month of May is like a holiday from bitter gales

The gateway to a getaway where greenest green exhales

And suddenly the barren tree is wrapped in em’rald lace

And we are very glad to be here in this time and place

Where summer-long is like song still waiting to be played

On keys of garden-dirt and sand, on leas of sun and shade

The month of May is like a gift we open breathlessly

Where we are humble guests of nature’s hospitality

Of sky-wide doors flung open, floors gleaming with flower-mirth

Of buffets heavy-laden with the beauty of rebirth

Of chairs in every meadow and plumed pillows by each brook

The month of May is like a pretty poem-picture book

The month of May is like loom in us, weaving delight

My, my, it seems our eager dreams have come true overnight

The long-awaited picnic as we sail a green grass sea

On schooners made of blankets and child’s wide-eyed fantasy

As a montage of bird-breeze-leaf song chirps and croons and sighs

And laughter, like a butterfly brushes the blue, blue  skies

© Janet Martin