May Is Mother's Month

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