Dear May, a Farewell Love-letter

 Happy last Day of May!

Dear May, somehow you always exceed eager expectation

As you begin to nurture nature’s treed rejuvenation

As gardens start to thrill our gaze with petal-punctuation

And overhead a minstrel plays leaf-lays in celebration

Dear May, you always rouse anew, rekindled planting pleasure

As you run wooing whispers through buds bursting with bloom treasure

As you, beneath young and old feet, unfurl your finest measure

Where beauty and duty compete with lures of toil and leisure

Dear May, the way you always spill with April’s remnant showers

Makes worth the while it takes until you reward faith with flowers

Tulip chalices, bleeding hearts, allium, lilac-bowers

Always, your floral drumroll kickstarts summer’s fleeting hours

Dear May, your dust is sacred, stirred by farmer’s urgent labor

Your prudent lease sublimely blurred by your lime-coloured saber

Waving a welkin wand that welcomes home the long-lost neighbor

As nests are built and filled with featherdown and fledgling caper

Dear May, it always feels as if you leave us way too soon-oh

Medley of march-and-meander through days, dandeli’n-strewn-oh

We could not bear the fare-thee-well of your sweet afternoon-oh

But for the tolling of a bell that always brings us June-oh

© Janet Martin