by Leslie Cox; Sunday; May 4, 2025

We are watching for May—for the young year’s queen,
With the daisy stars on her robe of green,
And the buttercup and the primrose pale—
The opening page of a Summer tale.
The proud trees sway with their promised bloom,
And fill the air with a faint perfume;
And Nature has woven a garland gay
To crown the head of the coming May.
Beautiful queen of the realm of flowers,
Scattering sweets in this world of ours,
Bidding the brown, unsightly soil
Wake to life with a happy smile…

~ Lizzie Marshall Berry (1847–1919), “May”