Is it the warm breeze or the bird song?
Maybe it’s the puffy clouds
supported by a sky so brightly blue.
Who knew this day, preceded
by a week of rain, would claim
perfection without ado?
Graceful May, you’ve brought the sun.
Finally the bloom is on the stem.
The scent of new mown lawn
perfumes the senses. We didn’t
earn it or even expect it … this
gentle day we celebrate.
Such is His grace.