The Magic Of May

May has arrived, the season of sunshine and rain Bringing the magic of bright tints in its train All around are fresh and fair flowers Peeking out from the foliage and peeping from bowers In the tranquil bosom of this now beauteous land An array of varied and glorious sights abound And how my sauntering gaze labours to trace The shifting scenes in all their loveliness and grace Look at the hare bounding away to its covert boroughs And the pheasant suddenly bursting upon its wings How the swans playfully glide over the still waters And the birds in resonating melody charm the woods There is love in the quickening breath of May Drowning all Nature in song and mirth’s sway The whole atmosphere, made electric and gay The air, so jovial and children are at play My heart quakes in a rush of exuberant delight At the memory of something I am unable to relate My sky is aflame in colours splendid and bright And I have spun the web of a dream, delicate and sweet My blood runs in tumultuous flow, warm and fervent And each heart beat sounds sonorous and vibrant My lips though silent, longs to tell a tale Of a moment that still leaves me joyously hale Drunk in the loveliness of this season of delight And choked by an inexplicable ache, that is sweet Here I stand so dazed and distraught Festering and panting for some coherent utterance!