I <3 May

I love the balmy mornings, 

the drowsy hum of bees, 

the soft rain landing 

on freshly unfurled leaves 

with a crisp pit-pat. 

I love the hint, 

the hope, 

the lure of a perfect summer 

whispered by crickets 

in a not-quite-navy dusk. 

I love that bowls of soup 

still grace the table, 

set with a promise 

of walking downtown 

for ice cream later. 

I love that the earth 

smells like poetry in May. 

And that people come alive 

to smell it, 

gardening gloves in hand.

(Being a May baby has nothing to do with it. ;) )