Memories of Mayday
Warmth embraces nature; once more
awakening our taste for love.
With Spring's arrival, spirits soar
as high as the heavens above.
Tulips blossom into the bright,
rich, majestic colors of Spring.
And green shoots, amidst winter's white,
inspire songbirds to tweet and sing.
Gathering canes of wild roses,
we'd weave wreaths to hang on the door.
And girls in sensual poses
had all the boys begging for more.
Joy-filled sounds of laughter at play,
paint my memories of Mayday.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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