I dare not waste the haste with which May’s merry moments
sparkle through
A freshly-unfurled canopy, an apple-blossom-dappled flue
The color-friendly flower-side that warms the hearth of
dreamer’s hearts
Makes us so glad to be alive in the happiness May imparts
The bud that clenched its teeny fist relents and almost
overnight
The barren branch is filled with hymns of leafy sigh and
shadow-light
I dare not shut my eyes lest the surprises I’ve come to
expect
Are scattered at my feet and no amount of grief can resurrect
How swift the gift of seasons strews its wrapping paper
vapour to thin air
A rift twixt fingertips and past’s echo-established thoroughfare
The freedoms that we balance where duty’s insistent ties
entwine
We ought to savour like those moments just before we rise
and shine
I dare not waste the haste that turns May into June, June
to July
Until another year adheres to sentimental me-oh-my
Come, let’s do lunch beneath the maple-green umbrella’s
umbral arc
For May will soon slip into June like
daylight turning into dark
© Janet Martin
...and don't sweat the small stuff!
...and don't sweat the small stuff!
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