#romanticizing may

May is lilacs and apple blossoms. Berry blossoms. Hope. Dreaming. Grasses growing tall. Vigorous green leaves against a darkening sky, in exact shades you see only once a year. Patio furniture pulled tentatively from sheds. New growth tended, watched. Finishing a morning coffee outside. It's warm enough to finish it before it gets cold. It's slow enough to finish before the lure of tasks and chores distract and activities. The first meal on a patio, at a picnic table. It's bird calls before dawn until after dusk. Dandelion puffs and dogwood fuzz. Purple and white wildflowers filling in the prairies and woodlands. Beans and pea seedlings bursting from the soul, tendrils curling. Clusters of grapes emerging from leaves. The colors of May are ephemeral. A green so muted it's almost gray. A purple so light it's nearly white. Sunlight so soft it's almost missing it's warmth