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Monday, May 13, 2019

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

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