May

Here comes May
With her sweet talk,
Spreading heady
Intoxicating fragrances
All over the place,
Distracting us all
Momentarily
From our usual place,
Making us believe
In immortality
And that we, too,
Are full of grace

We stand waiting
With welcoming smiles
And succumb every year
To all her cunning,
Every single one
Of her myriad charms,
Under her spell
We can believe
In eternal youth,
That we will
Dance forever
In her sheltering arms