I Love The Lovely Month of May

This poem niggled just as I was ready to leave 

yesterday afternoon to help my parents with some gardening

 so I quickly scribbled the gist of it in my 'draft-book' 

and didn't get a chance to return to it until this morning 

but Beauty Duty called before I could finish it, 

so it kept evolving and expanding throughout the day...

My apologies for the length but there's SO much in May to love!!!

I love the mist of orchards kissed and crowned with blossom-vim...

Or wading knee deep through a sweep of dandelion-gold...

Or reveling in the unraveling of budded limb

Like pausing to watch gauzy green-leaf parasols unfold...

I love the mist of orchards kissed and crowned with blossom-vim

Or wading knee deep through a sweep of dandelion-gold

Or reveling in the unraveling of budded limb

Like pausing to watch gauzy green-leaf parasols unfold

I love how expectation for transformation is met

How nature is a pianist no pessimist subdues

The merry breeze plays melodies like a May minuet

I love the lark, and how dawn’s dark the warbler’s lay renews

I love the verve, the crook and curve of brook-song through the dell

The verdant surge as summer’s verge unfurls a grassy sea

The wholesome, holy happiness found in a flower bell

The cooing of the mourning dove, the fuzzy/buzzy bumble bee

The dusty haze as farmers blaze fresh trails of hope and trust

The garden where we breathe a prayer with every seed we sow

The pleasure of a treasure trove buried beneath tilled dust

The earthy joy as we employ the tools of spade and hoe

The sense of youth in spite of truth that uncouth mirrors mime

So much to do rather than rue faced facts; so much to like

The outdoor bench whereon to quench the raging thirst for Time

The waddling duck, the toddler stuck on bigger brother’s bike

I love the awesome promises that replenish the rose

Where despite thoughtless thanklessness God’s kindness intercedes

I love how He pens poetry no mortal can compose

Providence grants Extravagance no ignorance impedes

I love how Now is full of Wow, how sweetly May’s sun shines

How chubby raindrops plop and leave behind a crop of pearls

I love the waltz, foxtrot, and somersaults on laundry-lines

While frisky zephyrs tug brisk Housewife’s skirt with flirty twirls

I love the way dusk lingers on the fringes of so long

Running reluctant fingers over one more May day through

Beckoning us to sit a bit beneath the lowered gong

That tolls away the workaday with bronze, mauve, blush and blue   

I love how earth gives age-old birth to wonder’s infant cries

How May morn brims with worship hymns that last the livelong day

How perfumed plume of lilac bloom scorns atheistic lies

I love the green-gilt lilt that frills the lovely month of May

© Janet Martin

The garden where we breathe a prayer with every seed we sow

The pleasure of a treasure trove buried beneath tilled dust

The earthy joy as we employ the tools of spade and hoe...

(Thanks to the generous farmer next door my garden is planted in

a fresh plot while we give the old plot some refreshment and rest!)

I love the way dusk lingers on the fringes of so long

Running reluctant fingers over one more May day through

Beckoning us to sit a bit beneath the lowered gong

That tolls away the workaday with bronze, mauve, blush and blue...