THE MONTH OF MAY
Now comes the month of May, slow developed this year,
That was winter’s fault, for too long she lingered here.
At last sweet boweries appear, meadows of bright green,
I think I enjoy May more when winter was cold and keen.
Loving May with her heavy blossomed laden swaying trees,
And the scent of fragrant flowers wafted on the night breeze,
Longer days with the real rays of the now warming sun,
Yes, May in her glory tells us there are better things to come.
May is the month when we turn to gardens large or small,
Bedding plants like lush carpets beacon you and call
“Choose me for your garden, I will look the very best”
It usually depends on how much money you can invest.
I love May as she comes alive over each windowsill
Letting me know that with beauty she my life will fill,
So welcome today sweet, kind month of dancing May,
Keep your promise that sunshine will come my way.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 1 May 2005