May

Beautiful May, with its fresh new leaves and cow parsley. So many variations of green.

Magpies fossicking for chicks, wood pigeons making clumsy nests. Still potential but already April has flown, it's blossom gone...

The days are noticeably lighter and longer and all grows for more sun. My favourite month.

May Queen

Then may I be Queen again

slipping through the cow parsley,

dog behind my shadow-train,

children waiting, patiently,

and all the fruit in the land

to ripen, all the bees working,

life in my hands, warm and pliant, 

the music of my heart

defiant and now

                                  the umbels hang

their heads, push stars 

of whiteness every May;

they grow on over me, the dog,

our rustling passageway, 

close behind us, bright heads bowing.