The Spirit of May

A blare of sunshine
Glowing this first day of May
Lights up the morning.

 

Shadows all around:
On the lawn, the road, the porch--
Sun's dark companion.

 Is it a rooster,
Or the yell of a small boy?
Happy either way.

 Dancing round the pole,
Weaving, singing and weaving:
The spirit of May.

 

 Plane hums in the sky,
An aerial lullaby
On this soft May day.

 Flowering tree tops
Against a crystal blue sky.
Road shadows lie still.

 

 Woods are so quiet,
Far voice sounds like a trumpet
In a fairy band.

 

 

These lowly green weeds
Glowing in the morning sun
Need no pedigree.