May..........
May, you surprise me with your sudden burst of colour,
The garden was sleepy and you woke her up.
She's stretching towards the sun and loves being drenched in your showers.
Fledgling birds
and the smell of the promise of summer around the corner, it plays games of coming and going.
May you love to show off.
How resilient the plants that have been dormant, dark and underground are as they come forth, flinging themselves upward into my garden.
I love you May.
The Butterfly �� Lilacs that bring memories of my dear dad have been to poke me and remind me of my grief but like you, it is not an ending, just a cycle.
May you deep and ancient Maypole dance, round and round they wind the ribbons and sing your song.
Witches hold their hands up to your sunrise and
where the ancients once trod, so do I.
In your footsteps I will follow, leading me to the next month, the next phase until my last May comes and goes and it is always Summer.
