There is a rumor going round, evil grows, the whole world may collapse tomorrow due to the tortured minds of men. I tend to agree. So, I felt some guilty when I slipped away, from the dreams and the news, to fall enchanted by the month of May.
Wood thrush sings from the blooming apple tree near the warm sunshine while the scent of lilacs is carried on the breeze. Bumblebees buzz through nodding bluebells accompanied by choirs of birdsong and trills of frogs.
The elm tree strums her hollow log, nature’s violin. Robin sings, pileated woodpeecker calls. Geese independent of the flock fly in pair over fields of emerald green, be-specked with purple violets and yellow dandelion stands. Mourning doves make love, then kiss, and coo and kiss again.
I felt a little guilty but I did not regret, inhaling deeply of the lilac scented breeze and stepping into the moist embrace, of the first entrancing day of May. And if tomorrow it all ends, I had today!Trendle Ellwood