She comes
stepping lightly on rose grey blossoms
Leaves blushing in every shade of green
yearn to kiss her feet
To feel her breath and breathe it in and come alive
Trees sway their brown arms
As if to dance, to welcome her sweet, sweet arrival
The harsh sun softens its anger and smiles
It stretches its fingers to brush her face and feels blessed
Dogs follow the trail she leaves behind
to find her and rest in her lap
Whilst she hums a breezy tune that makes the earth
Close its eyes and sigh a lazy prayer
She, whose name is a sign
Of hope that springs eternal
Whose leave marks the leave of everything
Enchanting damsel whose name is May.