May, you may

A poem

May, you may 📷 Idun Alma

May, you may

let me hear the blackbird
through my open window
in the evening

let me wake early
in your morning light

let me breathe in
the scent of bird cherry
after the rain

let me walk
with my senses open
and notice all that you show me -

the apple blossoms
the green birches
and the swallows
that have flown
all this way
to be right 
here

May, you may

show me that 
after winter
comes spring

after contraction
comes expansion

after difficult times
comes abundance

May, you may

hold me

as each day
grows
a little lighter

- Idun Alma