May Melody

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 doneIn 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 May grants a dance of joy to joy, tulips and daffodils... Like regal harbingers deploying fleets of petal-frillsA virtual kaleidoscope of ever-shifting hues... May never turns its moments back; each hour once and doneIn blush of blossom bric-a-brac and lilacs kissed by sunIn verdant vistas, velvet green ‘neath vivid, welkin eavesIn granting planting season, as earth bursts with birth of leavesAnd dandelion-dazzle, luring eyes and feet to pauseWhere soon each mane is frazzled into orbs of silver gauze May plays its precious pleasures once; of brief, half-leaf festoonsOf gardens, where glad children bounce like colourful balloonsThrilling to feel spring’s awe-filled, fresh-tilled soil between their toesEager to learn the law of seeds; how ‘one reaps what one sows’How harvest’s sacred imminence bids us to plant with zealWhere soon the thief of innocence will bite the carefree heel May grants a dance of joy to joy, tulips and daffodilsLike regal harbingers deploying fleets of petal-frillsA virtual kaleidoscope of ever-shifting huesNature rallies with hymns of hope no skeptic can confuseOr boast or claim credit or laud for glories on displayWhere only a fool denies God, especially in May May makes us glad to be alive in spite of sorrow's knifeThat somehow keens an urgent drive to grow a lovely life Because each moment is a gift we hold but cannot keepAnd life is too transient to drift through flowers, half-asleep Where opportunity abounds in plots we ought not shirkTo 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!