The Earth in May...

this morning is rain-misty gray rather than the riveting intro of yesterday...
Happy Middle-May Day!

 Yesterday colour flurry at the feeders was delightfully distracting all day long!

Rain falls like mist, untwisting hills and halls of lustrous green

It piques the cheeky courage of plumes huddled in the bud

How lovely is earth’s vista after showers wash it clean

And flowers frill the furrows that had long been sporting mud

Nature’s cocoon pulses with butterflied and blossomed wings

Nothing can keep at bay what Great Creator God ordains

Where a Master Musician modulates each season’s strings

And none can compose melodies with richer, sweeter strains

The bower rings with birdsong hymns and perfect happiness

The earth in May births purest mirth as lace garb is unfurled

And hope renews its vows beneath the boughs of lilac-tress

Each new day like a picnic-basket open to the world

Methinks the earth in May is wonder always on the verge

Of being wowed anew by miracles as old as Time

Where we will never weary of watching the Maker splurge

In oriel of iris or the bloom-bell’s mystic chime

The woodland is a palace welcoming both rich and poor

To wander, wonder-smitten where beauty’s bud-geysers spill

To deck its halls with leaf mosaics and mossy velour

‘Come unto Me’ the Keeper beckons, ‘linger and be still’

The earth in May is like a canvas where the paint runs wild

It reminds us of life that teems beneath the seeming sod

Where what seemed dead and buried lilts like laughter of a child

And wakens us once more to the kind faithfulness of God

© Janet Martin

 Be exalted, O God, above the heavens;
    let your glory be over all the earth.

Psalm 57:5