| Merry May Turning boughs of green and gold, verdant saffron garments folded round my Lady's arms and shoulders, in the merry May. With sistrum strummed in lilly hand, asp and ash take Her command, and loose the stars from where they stand into Her starry wake. Pomegranate, orange and plum, spill out their fruitful bounty coming forth at Her desire and from the blossoms of the May. Honeysuckle succulence, and violets lush and violent shall be Her scent and sustenance; Our lilac Lady May Silken scintillating sounds cascade in cacophonic rounds in tintinnabulation drowning out the sullen rains. For all is green by Her decree, and sings to spring in symphonies, and chant enchanting reveries to stay the merry May. written in 1994 |