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 limbLike pausing to watch gauzy green-leaf parasols unfold... I love the mist of orchards kissed and crowned with blossom-vimOr wading knee deep through a sweep of dandelion-goldOr reveling in the unraveling of budded limbLike pausing to watch gauzy green-leaf parasols unfold I love how expectation for transformation is metHow nature is a pianist no pessimist subduesThe merry breeze plays melodies like a May minuetI 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 dellThe verdant surge as summer’s verge unfurls a grassy seaThe wholesome, holy happiness found in a flower bellThe cooing of the mourning dove, the fuzzy/buzzy bumble bee The dusty haze as farmers blaze fresh trails of hope and trustThe garden where we breathe a prayer with every seed we sowThe pleasure of a treasure trove buried beneath tilled dustThe earthy joy as we employ the tools of spade and hoe The sense of youth in spite of truth that uncouth mirrors mimeSo much to do rather than rue faced facts; so much to likeThe outdoor bench whereon to quench the raging thirst for TimeThe waddling duck, the toddler stuck on bigger brother’s bike I love the awesome promises that replenish the roseWhere despite thoughtless thanklessness God’s kindness intercedesI love how He pens poetry no mortal can composeProvidence grants Extravagance no ignorance impedes I love how Now is full of Wow, how sweetly May’s sun shinesHow chubby raindrops plop and leave behind a crop of pearlsI love the waltz, foxtrot, and somersaults on laundry-linesWhile frisky zephyrs tug brisk Housewife’s skirt with flirty twirls I love the way dusk lingers on the fringes of so longRunning reluctant fingers over one more May day throughBeckoning us to sit a bit beneath the lowered gongThat tolls away the workaday with bronze, mauve, blush and blue I love how earth gives age-old birth to wonder’s infant criesHow May morn brims with worship hymns that last the livelong dayHow perfumed plume of lilac bloom scorns atheistic liesI 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 sowThe pleasure of a treasure trove buried beneath tilled dustThe earthy joy as we employ the tools of spade and hoe... (Thanks to the generous farmer next door my garden is planted ina fresh plot while we give the old plot some refreshment and rest!) I love the way dusk lingers on the fringes of so longRunning reluctant fingers over one more May day throughBeckoning us to sit a bit beneath the lowered gongThat tolls away the workaday with bronze, mauve, blush and blue...