The merry, merry month of May

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green in all its shades then:

the burgeoning of blue:

grape hyacinth, cornflowers, forget-me-nots

delphinium-blue 

sky-blue, grey, white, black, swirling

chiaroscuro, dappled sun and new leaf,

echoing Turner's kippered skies flying by

towards the green heart of one more summer:

brass bands, paddling pools, London's lidos

 the simple outdoor 

decencies of human nature

when amongst hills, weeds, lakes, nests, trees.gardens, parks 

we hear birds sing as if an end had arrived - out of the blue - 

to the fickle-precious ordinariness of love

this is the fullness of summer held in suspension

moving through the limited number of high seasons

we are born to know. 

 

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John Marks

Sun 12th May 2019 12:35

Dylan Thomas put it better than I ever could: “The Force That through the Green Fuse Drives the Flower”. That is what speaks to me at this time of year.The music by Iron and Wine is beautiful too: “When the time of our lives is all we have.” Thank you Jennifer and Keith for reading and commenting. John

jennifer Malden

Sun 12th May 2019 08:33

Agree with Keith - an ode to May, the spring and relief that winter is behind us. Something to read again and again.
Jennifer

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keith jeffries

Sat 11th May 2019 18:20

John,

Another gem. This morning I took a bus through our rural landscape and closely observed the arrival of May, those incipient signs of summer with leaves not yet fully grown. Then I came to read this poem which summed up so succinctly all I had felt on that morning journey. Rich in descriptive beauty. A great poem. An ode to May.

Thank you for this

Keith

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