Where May Runs Footloose...

So much to inspire this little tribute to May

and childhood...

The first two lines of this poem were birthed here, yesterday

while on a little brook-bank picnic with Granddaughter and daughter...

While half-leaf tree limbs splashed a shawl of shadow-holes over us.

So little left wanting where brook-babble gleams

With nothing but nature to nurture daydreams

Listening to lyrics no pencil can trace

Sprawled on a shadow-shawl of first-leaf lace

Watching the mantle return to the wood

Gently relearning the joy of childhood

So little left needing where May-breezes strum

The pulses of earth where all birth burgeons from

...thrum of an orchestra's ballad imparts

Green-gilded gladness that streams through our hearts

Seed that soon spills into tassels of corn

Dapples the hills of a landscape reborn 

So little left slighted where May runs footloose 

 Each tree like a taper of gold and chartreuse 

Each dell like a marvelous medley of hymns

Where the bare branch blossoms and the bud brims

Annual Genesis, granting a glimpse

Of Eden's garden and love's innocence  

© Janet Martin

Annual Genesis, granting a glimpse

Of Eden's garden and love's innocence...

"M-m-m! I eat it" said two year old when I told her Janet

is planting Candy onions...

 So little left slighted where May runs footloose 

 Each tree like a taper of gold and chartreuse ...

On this weekend's to-do list-- dusting😐

Seeds that soon spill into tassels of corn

Dapples the hill of a landscape reborn ...