May Eased My World

When I was a boy, May eased into my wretched world opening her heavy golden doors, Warm days eased my life and sweetened harsh bitterness erased by her mighty beauty, A springtime landscape of magnificence with wonderful scenes repainted, re-gilded, Drawing open her veil, she led me into her majestic gardens to play and be happy. Meadows of strong green grass bend with late March winds but they are very strong, Uncombed hair whipped around my ears, flicked my eyelashes and blinded my view, Nature playing games with a sad, lonely, lost little soul, giving me her garden, Seasons understand everything, they see, hear, they have been here for all time.