Just as my sheep herding dog
pushes her soft wet nose
against my leg
and nudges me towards her food bowl,
May nudges me,
gently but surely,
towards new life
unfolding.
With gentle warmth
and laden boughs,
May enfolds me
as I rest my weary head
against her scented bark.
On soft and silky breezes,
May whispers
"Wake up dear one.
Open your eyes.
We have a short time together,
you and I.
Sit with me now
and breathe me in,
as we watch
the unfurling of my soul.
I will tell you stories
of Mays gone by
and of Mays yet to come,
as you awaken
to the stirring
of your own
hearts
desire.
