Oh My, Oh May!

April reluctantly gathered her new born baby blossoms and wrapped her white cloud and blue sky cloak around her shoulders. She felt a few showery dew drops as she stepped out the back door and looked longingly at the fresh green world. She sighed. She was leaving too soon.

But May had come banging at the front window last night, impatient to be the Rose Queen. She sparkled with sun shiny eyes and a soft necklace of sweet pea blooms. The world was going to love her, especially the mothers of the world. All the mothers, living and dead mothers, literal and figurative mothers, grieving mothers, grand and great and soon to be mothers. May couldn’t wait to honor the nurturers of the world. Spring is their time, May is their month.

May saw April tiptoeing away and she gently hailed her, “April, you beautiful spirit! Thank you for preparing the earth for me. You are the best month and I could not be me without you. See you next year!” April smiled shyly. It had been a hard month and she needed to rest but she appreciated May’s gratitude. “May! I’m glad your sunny energy is here. The world surely needs you now. Take care of it! Love you!”

And so the calendar page turns.