Darling May, Farewell

In Ontario, May goes from bare...

...to burgeoning with bloom

from warm hats and coats ...

...to sundresses and splash-pads

(May 31)

...and last but not least

from no baby to

sweet, sweet baby boy

( 14 hours old)

(never mind the baby! 'what's that, mommy?!'

Concerned Big Brother wants to know😊💖)

Almost 3 weeks old

Farewell, (almost) most beloved month of all!!

To release you is akin to farewell’s final embrace

A sense of fallen blossom-stars wafting in outer space

This reluctant relinquishment of what no one can keep

Always makes me regret the fact that sometimes we must sleep

…while buds begin to bulge then burst because they cannot stay

The Miracle waiting to steal our baited breath away

While isle upon isle undergoes, with sunny zephyr-kiss

A steady and unprejudicial metamorphosis

To let you go is always bittersweet, my love, because

You never leave the world as stark and sullen as it was

Beneath your touch creation thrives, sparse shadow-filigree

Grows deep and dark…a picnic blanket tossed beneath each tree

Expectancy and wonder, like silence and thunder meld

The earth is like a canvas with no verdant hue withheld

Where we all become dancers in spirit if not footloose

In a ballroom refurbished with a fresh coat of chartreuse

Each furrow is replenished with seed-sized symbols of trust

While we are wildly torn between duty and wanderlust

Because something about the way you arrange green and blue

Makes us want to experience every angle of you

Forgive me if I linger with my arms around your scent

For my thought aches with echoes; mementos of love well-spent

And I could not bear to let go, darling May afternoon

But for the impending hello of darling, darling June

© Janet Martin