Come What May or Come Sweet May

While almost mid-May is still waiting to un-shiver, I'm playing with pictures of possibility!

When earth is like a woman swaddled in an emerald shawl

When every tree is like a green-lace half-leaf parasol

When hill and dale begin to stir

In blush-gold-umber-tinted blur

Then we know summer has not lost its laughter after all

When bloom is like a little bird that breaks the brittle shell

And plume unfolds in perfumed pom-poms too lovely to spell

When dawn is like a blushing bride

And dusk is like a rushing tide

Then farmers 'kick' dust far and wide and whistle ‘all is well’

When’ look’ is wild with wishes spilling into flowered fen

When brook is filled with fishes and its banks with fishermen

When Time is like a butterfly

And happiness a big blue sky

Then you and I are glad to be partakers once again

When touch finds dirt beneath its nails because of garden-chores

When Much that we give thanks for is found where Old Winter snores

When we kick off our shoes because

Cold weather is the Thing That Was

Then we become like bees a-buzzing through the great outdoors

When morning rings with nature’s strings tuned by the hand of God

When hope hails orchard-authored hymns and lilac limbs applaud

When faith unfolds a daffodil

Viridian and violet hill

Then heaven fills earth with a thrill that stokes the slumb’ring sod

When we find what we waited for has flung its gates ajar

When every hour is a door and ev’ry flow’r a star

When come-what sweet-May sings like a lark

And wakes the day that breaks the dark

Then we are eager to embark exactly where we are

© Janet Martin