The Gardens of May
The garden now
recovering from winter's barren ice cold
begins to grow in April rain showers;
lush with a multitude of greens
a grace of earthen decor releases colors
and scents floating in the breeze.
Seaweed brightens into pickled crocodiles
while juniper moss proliferates
to olive sage pears;
shamrock green glisten like emeralds
in the chartreuse lime mints
each wafting on the breath of lilacs.
Lily of the valley peek up
rushing in on heavy laden dew
as honeysuckle blossoms aromatize the fields,
a sea of lavender dances between mayapple and pear
where wild mustard clusters in the in between
with white, yellow, purpled violets rising everywhere.
May is born anew
a spring blushing in the shadowed light
picture perfect awakening the garden in May.
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