I Love May

💖 Happy May Weekend to you, wherever in the world you are! Below is a glimpse of May from southern Ontario I love raindrop-dallop kerplops, like a liquid hip-hop dance... I love lilac's starry laughter... I love gardens after winter’s wish-and-dream starts coming true... I love first bursts of green grandeur every rapt gaze can afford I love hoary blossom-halos; pink perfume profusely poured I love flower-garden benches, I love outdoor living rooms And the thirst that nature quenches from bud-founts gushing with blooms I love bold gold and red tulips, vistas draped in mint and sage... I love how the trill of birdsong thrills list’ners of every age I love countryside’s calm broken by tokens of ‘God is good’ (aka tractors and planters) I love raindrop-dallop kerplops, like a liquid hip-hop danceI love dandelion speckles, freckles on earth’s countenanceI love lilac’s starry laughter wafting ‘neath yon rafters, blueI love gardens after winter’s wish-and-dream starts coming true I love first bursts of green grandeur every rapt gaze can affordI love hoary blossom-halos; pink perfume profusely pouredI love flower-garden benches, I love outdoor living roomsAnd the thirst that nature quenches from bud-founts gushing with blooms I love bold gold and red tulips, vistas draped in mint and sageI love how the trill of birdsong thrills list’ners of every ageI love countryside’s calm broken by tokens of ‘God is good’ (aka tractors and planters)I love sounds like bare feet thrumming to and fro through sweet childhood I love hope’s eager renewal fueling both hand and heartI love lush marsh-marigolds perched on brook banks in works of artI love brooks that weave and glisten, winsome, without weight of careBeneath weeping willow whispers, through woodlands and meadows fair I love Lily of the Valley fragrance on a breath of breezeI love the refurbished cadence of leaf-zephyr symphoniesI love pausing lest haste wastes awe, to taste moments as they dripFrom a spigot from a frigate that resembles a cloud-ship I love look-and-listen landscapes; I love work-and-worship praiseI love mid-afternoon escapes; I love backyard getawaysI love witnessing life’s Author as creation peals and ringsI love standing knee-deep in a coffer filled with May trimmings I love fresh-picked-mint-tea-parties, I love growing very smallIn a world of agog artists conceding One outshines allI love rambling without reason other than to touch the HemOf the artist of each season’s beauty-jeweled diadem I love petal-fashioned farewells; flower hellos are so sweetI love May, rife with life-giving vim, as earth and heaven meetI love hymns of newborn wonder, watching kittens roll and playI love firmaments that thunder with redemption; I love May ©Janet Martin