May's Maestro

Perchance, doth art of May entrance

With undulating hues/views...

Perchance, doth art of May entrance

With undulating hues/views

Doth it stir hearts to sing and dance

As earth its garb renews

Doth Blossom’s dainty decoupage

Rouse hallelujah hymns

Played like an orchestral montage

From bud-bedazzled limbs

Doth May ignite awed happiness

As breathless gaze beholds

The evidence of God’s caress

Where emerald tress unfolds

Doth hope feel like it finds it wings

As verdant vibrato

Spills from earth’s trembling springs and strings

In vibrant crescendo

Doth its melody keen delight

As nature’s opus lauds

In symphonies hidden from sight

Until May’s Maestro nods

© Janet Martin

Song of Solomon 4:16
Awake, O north wind; 

and come, thou south; 

blow upon my garden, 

that the spices thereof may flow out. 

Let my beloved come into his garden,

 and eat his pleasant fruits.