The Jaunty Buds of May

by Kevin T McEneaney  

         for Clifford at 93

I love the ambiguity of Spring:

forecasters can’t ever be accurate

since puffy clouds contain their own whimsy

while the landscape of an early May morn

arrives half-deceased amid blooming buds.


Likewise, earth is both soft and adamant

with marshy pools of reflecting sunlight,

waterfalls rush-spilling foam over rocks,

birds tweeting territory or love songs,

daffodils shivering in morning breeze,

surprise cold nights that nip the tops of leaves.


The older a man grows, the more lovely

Spring appears in its green intimacy.

Kevin T McEneaney

Author of The Enclosed Garden and Longing