This Poem celebrating the month of May, when plant life starts opening up after the winter, was written by Betty Driver in April 2018.
Delay, delay, mark time, don’t go
Beech leaf, green days that I love so.
Slow down, slow down, linger and stay,
Resist your call, don’t rush away.
All woodland in wild harmony,
The cuckoo calls incessantly,
A whole year yearning just for you.
You’re here and all is fresh and new.
Fair, fertile, fruitful Mother May,
Surround me close, bear me away.
The summer sun destroys in June
Oh May, you always go too soon.