June happened before I had a chance to complete this May Melody
started on Saturday...
May never turns its moments back; each hour once and done
In blush of blossom bric-a-brac
In verdant vistas, velvet green ‘neath vivid, welkin eaves...
In granting planting season, as earth bursts with birth of leaves
And dandelion-dazzle, luring eyes and feet to pause...
Where soon each mane is frazzled into orbs of silver gauze...
May plays its precious pleasures once; of brief, half-leaf festoons...
Of gardens, where glad children bounce like colourful balloons...
Thrilling to feel spring’s awe-filled, fresh-tilled soil...
...between their toes
May grants a dance of joy to joy, tulips and daffodils...
Like regal harbingers deploying fleets of petal-frills
A virtual kaleidoscope of ever-shifting hues...
May never turns its moments back; each hour once and done
In blush of blossom bric-a-brac and lilacs kissed by sun
In verdant vistas, velvet green ‘neath vivid, welkin eaves
In granting planting season, as earth bursts with birth of leaves
And dandelion-dazzle, luring eyes and feet to pause
Where soon each mane is frazzled into orbs of silver gauze
May plays its precious pleasures once; of brief, half-leaf festoons
Of gardens, where glad children bounce like colourful balloons
Thrilling to feel spring’s awe-filled, fresh-tilled soil between their toes
Eager to learn the law of seeds; how ‘one reaps what one sows’
How harvest’s sacred imminence bids us to plant with zeal
Where soon the thief of innocence will bite the carefree heel
May grants a dance of joy to joy, tulips and daffodils
Like regal harbingers deploying fleets of petal-frills
A virtual kaleidoscope of ever-shifting hues
Nature rallies with hymns of hope no skeptic can confuse
Or boast or claim credit or laud for glories on display
Where only a fool denies God, especially in May
May makes us glad to be alive in spite of sorrow's knife
That somehow keens an urgent drive to grow a lovely life
Because each moment is a gift we hold but cannot keep
And life is too transient to drift through flowers, half-asleep
Where opportunity abounds in plots we ought not shirk
To plant a seed that soon confounds us with God's handiwork
© Janet Martin
and last but not least,
celebrating June with the first fresh from the garden
simple supper salad of the season!
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