May She Comes
MAY SHE COMES
May she comes, quite boisterous, and so loud.
She melts the frost to orbs of liquid dew.
From dark of moon returned to full and proud,
and waxes bees and moon in breath she drew.
Centaurus follows May with eyes of night,
while pressing Crux and Virgo into play.
She'll gather breeze and scent within her flight,
and tuck their luscious song in her bouquet.
May comes wooing with her amorous hook,
and kisses deep and laughs at each and all.
In lustful flirt she holds us with one look,
and we're in love with May until the Fall.
May she comes, dressed emerald in French lace,
Sultry, yet always innocent and chaste.
By Edlynn Nau
© May 1, 2016
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