May-hem or May-break

 Little Girl and I picked flowers yesterday...(tulips and fern-leaf peony)

this morning as I was writing/painting this poem her mom texted me;

' Little girl is thrilled by the flower's sweet smell

but suddenly concerned that they are dying!'

I replied, "aw, sweet little girl is already being introduced to love's bittersweet;

the thrill of holding and the heart-tug of letting go."

Unfortunately these peonies bloom at best, only a few days

but oh so pretty in their passing!

May heals the hearts that winter wounded; wows us with its vim

Where verdant verve of virgin green lavishes land and limb

As Wand of May breaks soldered seams that quarantined the gem

And teases from bud-bondage Bloom's unfettered diadem

To thrill once more, since days of yore, all who pause to applaud

With never-failing wonderment, the handiwork of God

May breaks sod’s seal with eager abandon where Time is chief

And so begins another blur of seasoned joy and grief

A vexing intermingling of love’s laughter and lament

Beauty bound by the law of life’s momentous covenant

Unraveled ‘neath a blue-sky gavel poised above earth’s bars

As buds spill red-pink-purple-gold pillage of petal-stars

Now we take longer looking-breaks to wander where the world

Is like a freshly painted banner gloriously unfurled

With some parts plowed and planted, some nature’s free-hand release

But all together lovely like an Artist’s masterpiece

Where May breaks through the barriers that held blossoms at bay

The leader of a Grand Parade that blooms summer away

© Janet Martin

This past week our world turned green as it burst into bloom (in our area in southern Ontario)

where in this month we have gone from winter to summer in short order

...we are in the midst of a heat-wave with afternoon temps feeling like 34-36C!!