May

Is there a greener smell than that of the first cut grass

and formative formations of bracken spiralling their way toward light
I inhale...

Clouds of cow parsley billow and dandelion clocks carry wishes in the breeze

Overhead canopies are verdant in virgin growth,

in shafted shade the forest floor hums a tune

as winged insects dance in dappled light.

May's sky is blue
and stenciled in the sky
powdered in its profile, the moon
The moon I was born under
The flower moon

I have a favourite place to visit at this time of year

an enchanting patch of woodland lyrical with life

A place where the blue bells ring to the melody of May

To sit in an orchestra of flowers

allowing my Imagination to be captured by the fae

a softening into summer

to simply be

Surrounded by the symphony of nature to

Let it keep time - to drown out the noise

May you be grounded
May you be present
May you dance to your own tune

May