It's May

A montage of glimpses that helped inspire today's poem...a poem that ended up being an all-day-long doggerelas lines were snagged between a rather dizzying dash of to-do-ness Treetop’s translucent flickers wink; its first fanned flame is briefSoon every bit of blue-sky chink will be filled in with leaf... At dusk frayed half-leaf shadows sprawl beneath a pastel sky... And everywhere we look green ambience haloes the landUnraveled in skein after skein from the Creator’s hand... Time’s wheel of seasons spins; it’s the beginning of Sweet MayThe Belle of Blossoms wins; Old Man Winter is tucked awayContagious rapture seizes outstretched arms of heart and soulHope trembles on warm breezes like a celestial drum roll Below the hill the winding brook meanders between reedsIt curls its gurgling lay through nooks where the blue heron feedsAnd everywhere we look green ambience haloes the landUnraveled in skein after skein from the Creator’s hand Treetop’s translucent flickers wink; its first fanned flame is briefSoon every bit of blue-sky chink will be filled in with leafSoon every wooden wick will brim with hymns of nature’s praiseKindling the giddy glance and glim of glorious summer days Forget-me-nots dazzle the dell with periwinkle whiffRegal tulip-chalice compels us to draw near and sniffTo peer deep into petal-souls and be completely awedAt each iconic detail extolling the eye of God The slope is strewn with sunbeams; yellow dappled luxuryI wonder, was the dandelion post-Eden or pre?The robin entertains, with earnest tug-for-dinner fightThe grosbeaks and orioles return, to Birdwatcher’s delight Time’s wheel of seasons spins. It’s May, and the glad gardener cheersThe perky pansy grins, the bleeding heart bursts into tearsThe fallow furrow beckons and the chipping sparrow trillsThe brooding bloom plot reconciles and smiles in daffodils The worry-wart forgets to fret, as beauty tames the BeastAs joy, once set before us sets a sumptuous splendor-feastAnd worship overflows, in hearts susceptible to blissOf blush-blue-green-gold works of art, as earth yields to spring’s kiss May turns our spirits younger in a bare foot happy-danceMay satisfies the hunger for a soil-and-soul romanceMay grants a glimpse of Heaven in earth’s air of welcome hugsPast garden-woes forgiven; (yes, even potato bugs) May is a lithesome minstrel, piping luring melodiesMay sprinkles blossom tinsel like confetti beneath treesMay makes us feel like royalty in palaces of dirtAnd we become more carefree, in spite of life’s shares of hurt May makes us very merry, imbibed with draughts of fresh airMay wears apple and cherry orchards like boughs/bows in Her hairMay unfolds frilly parasols that money cannot buyAt dusk frayed half-leaf shadows sprawl beneath a pastel sky The farmer whistles, faith-refueled between fall and springEm’rald frond glistens, rain-bejeweled, bees buzz and birds singIt’s May. Mourning doves bicker in soft-flick’ring filigree*The frisky calf kicks up its heels, quicker than you or me © Janet Martin *the last line is inspired by a calf-chase I engaged in last week,and a heads up from another neighbor this morning,to be on the lookout for a frisky, brown calf that out ran its owners!