It’s May again:
sun streaming in
like maypole
ribbons,
and the dance
to Summer begins.
Trees begin their
homage
to the gods of
green;
blossom,
spreading like rabbits
rampant with
hormones,
garland the
branches.
Summer dresses
escape from
wardrobe prisons.
It’s May again:
memories of former
days
intertwine in
coloured cobwebs
skipping in and
out
in plaits of
streamers.
Circle ballet,
daisy-chain
doh-see-doh weaving,
friends coming
and going.
All life is here:
going around,
coming around,
karma in P.E.
shoes.
1 comment:
The photo looks so much like my grade school that I might find myself in it. Thank you for bringing back the memories of May Day as it used to be.
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