May
By: Ley Wire
May is the darling,
Little sister,
If she were gone,
All would miss her,
May is rebirth and poetry,
Flowers and fecundity.
She's bright and yellow,
Orange, green and gold,
May is a rainbow,
And I've been told,
A long bike ride through the country,
Among the budding trees,
May is temperate as you please.
She's friendliness and baby seeds,
May is hope and secrecy.
Her smell is Earth,
Worn under the nails of little hands,
May is Grand!
And May, though we might implore,
Always leaves us wanting more.
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