Dear Month of May,
You are rainy but I love to walk with you.
Especially at night.
I walked round the corner, passed the house that has all the kid toys,
to the Lily of The Valley by the curb, under the sappy pine tree.
I bent down, took a deep breath and smelled the sweetest spring
air, the way my mother smelled when she went out to parties when I was a kid.
Pear, ylang-ylang, and Tuber Rose.
Only this is Lily of the Valley. The deepest spring greens and bells of white blossoms.
If I knew your addresses, I’d send a bunch.
Here they are in watercolor. No bigger than a Stoned Wheat Cracker.
Tonight is the last Saturday in May.
It’s time to eat popcorn under the weeping cherry and watch the sunset over the neighbors roof.
Lavender and peonies blooming.
I love you May.