a-Maying we will go!
CIX.
Strawberry days
Of lyrical
Miracle
May!
“Watch out for the plants!
Watch out where you’re going!”
You say.
I always do
Watch out for living things
And which way I’m going.
You don’t yet know that
Do you?
a pity ~
_____© Nellieanna H. Hay
Languid days of summer
Coming swiftly now
Bid me to the sun to bask,
To drink my fill of life, of love.
I linger midst its breathless green
In flower garden, lush.
Wander in its pathways,
Strewn with promise, bright.
Arrays of every shape and hue
Proclaim their beauty’s rush
To claim more daylight hours -
As bluer soar the skies above.
Give but a nod to rules and such,
Embrace the gleeful scene,
To flirt with thoughts and fantasies,
Becomes May’s prime delight.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Vanessa Redgrave - in Camelot
Wooded hillside,
Dogwood dappled,
Flushed with redbud here and there
Among the gray-green trees,
Turning into Spring.
You bring
At last -
Fulfillment, rare.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Wistful May
I've left coffee cups all around today.
I've carried them somewhere
And read or wrote a poem,
Forgot to bring them back
Or where I left them.
I even left one on the coffee table.
The world today is populated
With used coffee cups
And poetry.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Mirage
Verdant days
of heart and soul,
Make desert disappear.
Reveal this now -
Reality -
That dream was overflow.
That light that seeped through cracks
Came from an inner room
Where I begin
And end.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Please define me not.
Let me tell you, show you
Who I am.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
My mecca's in the west.
For, as much as I love sunrise-
As much as noontime thrills,
I love the sunset best,
Descending o'er distant hills.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Wind shrieks
Through crevices
And pins the grasses down
Against the ground,
Creaks
The woods,
Irritates the leaves,
Vibrates the stillness
Till
Vibrations merge once more
Into a morning still.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Morning shadows
Loom halfway 'cross the Earth
Reaching for horizons west,
Wishing for the day to fade away,
Slowly giving way to birth of night
Hiding light behind our sphere,
Shrinking toward their source
To quest for one more day,
Pacing through their queue
Piercing clouds' dense cover
To trace again their way,
Race for daytime's light
Till swallowed up by night - again.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
The sun
Is going to rise
Come day, -
Even if
It must
Rip apart
The skies
To do it.
_____© Nellieanna H. Hay
The morning sky
Is bluest
In the West,
And truest,
Though farthest
From itself
And its sunrise.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Heavens, open up
Your floors
And shower Earth below.
Her dwindled dreams
Await your flow.
Her fields and streams
Are thirsty,
So ~
Open up your doors
To wanting Earth below.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
'Tis not the first time
May's been around,
Nor will it be her last.
The eons gone before
Have known her charms,
Have seen her lusty past.
Yet every May is virginal,
Never seen, never lived,
Never done this way before.
She always brings surprise
Upon her flower-strewn arms.
She comes with magic sprites
Transporting in her wake
Her glowing promises,
Bliss-filled season to partake.
Brilliant days, moonlit nights
Where precious moments last.
Should I behold her distant glow
I'd fold her in my dream
To permeate the distance,
Obliterate the past.
Where May now rules
They're shrunk to size,
They're vanquished
Each magic moment
Reigns supreme,
In precious, present guise.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Damsels dance, pixies frolic
Making light of May.
When all's been done
And all's been said,
It "may" just fade away!
We'll look again for lightness,
We'll search it high and low
Shall we ever find
Its hiding place
In gardens here below?
If not, will we just languish?
Drooping in the field,
Be spent upon the sterile plain
For all our fun and madness
To be washed away by rain?
Or might the Summer bring it back,
On warmest breeze, retain
Our mirth, our joy, the promises
Sustained through Fall and Winter
Till May shall come again?
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
