Golden Month, Moments Too

“Mornings in May,
echoed with the call of cuckoos,
sunlight glowed through fresh green canopies of trees.”― Meeta Ahluwalia

“At last came the golden month of the wild folk– honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.”― Samuel Scoville Jr., Wild Folk

To never grow tired of flowers abloom
In awe of blue skies abound
In gratitude for sunrises and sunsets and the in-betweens
Spring unfolding, slow, brilliant, dazzling
Outside and mostly within
To begin again, be made new
In all seasons, in each day, the gift of springs.

“But why should the daffodils and tulips
Get all the praise and blessings?
My rebirth goes unnoticed- I am worthy
Of smiles and dazzled cries of worship.”
― Lea Malot, Coffins & Rhinestones