May (2012)

May is the month of things reborn:
Of hope and joy and illustrious green.
The beetle sounds its dreamy horn
And wakes the earth, so long forlorn
Beneath the winter’s frigid sheen.

And now the manna-bringing rain:
Listen – it beats upon the glass
And trickles down the window pane,
Singing a sweet and soothing strain,
And feeds the jewels beneath the grass.

The jewels of spring, in limitless hues,
Ready themselves and burst the ground –
So frantic!  Not a moment to lose!
In floods of yellows, reds and blues,
Purples and pinks, ‘til all is drowned

In a wash of sensual ecstasy!
May, sweet month of blooming flowers,
When all is hope for what could be,
And froths with youth’s vitality,
When lovers kiss through sun-drenched hours.

The sun!  Bright augur of spring’s delight!
Bathing in warmth on a grassy hill,
Young lovers hold each other tight,
While visions dance on the shimmering light
That leave them breathless, charmed and still.

May is the month of things reborn,
Of bursting buds and greening grass,
The healing of the hurt and worn,
Who’ve felt the pain of nature’s thorn
Or thought the joys of life must pass.

And so it is with you and I:
From out the cold and wintery blast,
The frozen ground and barren sky,
The Spring has come for you and I;
The dark of winter is surely past.