The Psalms Of May

When nature’s ageless vernal tendrils
spread from emerald blades,
the vibrant rainbow hues of blossoms
and the splendor of a cloudless turquoise sky,
then through the translucent sheet of silicon
I feel those vibrations resonate
from every petal, limb and thicket
to write a lilting psalm of May
upon my soul and very being.

Serenity rises like listening
unto a harp's pure dulcet tones
out of the scenic pastoral array
as my heart is swayed, utterly mesmerized,
by the subtle caress from the season’s tapestry.

As if sleeping, the senses suddenly awake
where softly and gently the spirit communes
with the radiant floral collage,
until its writes the lines of that song upon the spirit
to entrance and leave the moment spellbound,
breathless in the quakes of calm
before the earth that has revived
after winter’s icy vestments,
cloaked the soil and leafless trees
in its cold fibers of hibernation.

Slowly from watching out that pane
inside feels the inevitable call,
from the lurid fingers of allure,
summon a stroll amid the bouquets and bounty
of those intense tints in beauty.

For a while totally lost among its expressions
while they stroke the senses,
completely swaying within
unto a feast upon the moment
that makes life so alive and vivid.