May ©

The first cut of the season
Tufts disappear
An evenness returns
Not yet as green as I would wish
That will come later

Yet somehow the show is starting
My back turned for a weekend
The chorus girls...my tulips burst forth
Smaller year by year
Nature mirroring my own shrinking

Then as the blackbird claims again
This garden as his estate
Scillia carpet the gravel bed
Their perfect home
Blue as the Saltire flag

Each day gifts more daylight
And with this turn of the Earth
Cherry blossom blooms
My birthday card from the garden I love
One more candle and one more ring on the tree