Westmuir

May Reflections

I think of May as blossom time
Trees all decked in pink and white;
In Parks and lining pathways
They create a breath-taking sight.

Bringing thought of first love
Fragile, wonderful and new;
It didn’t matter how it ended
The memories live on all life through.

There is no emotion greater
Even though it ends in tears;
It is something you don’t feel again
Through all your adult years.

Love in later years is different
May brings a bright new start;
Now is the time to take control
Yes! We can all take part.

It doesn’t matter about age
Or all the silver in your hair;
May gives that vital spark
To all hearts beating there.

Women would wash their faces
In dew on the 1st of May;
T’was said to make them beautiful
A ritual unknown today.

Studying the months is fascinating
Each one has a tale to tell;
Pulling you closer to nature
To find they all serve you well.