May is Mother's Month

Written by: kathryn collins

May is Mother’s Month

May is green 
spawning inchworms.
I nest too
cleaning closets,

busily morphing 
contrary to my wont.
Even the slothful move,
to her blossom song. 

In a whistling fragrance
I recall how mother
loved lilacs and wearing
shorts to show a model’s leg.

This was her time, the spring.
Oh yes, and summer, I guess.
Fall and winter, too.

Quick now, the cycle is mine to ponder;
lo, youthfully to long for me
who follows me and calls me mother.

©Kathryn McL. Collins