May is for dressing and shining your shoes;
May is for horses, viewing your muse.
May is for sunshine, stars in your eyes;
May is for picnics , sweet cherry pies.
In May is when all the Blossoms dance for you,
and when your spring, feels a bit more like a Mama-kangaroo;
For you want to bounce and jump and cheer, for all the green that greets us here.
But now, an infant, so tender and soft, now, something new, depends on you.
So be gentle with self, nurture your inner-child
And remember the Grace, the intelligence of the Wild.
May Brings…new Horizons.
Much love, and gentle days