Fields of May

A bird takes flight over fields of may

I yearn for the destitute months to come

Feathers let loose over loosely lived days

And June brings rolling hills of emerald and skies of grey

Beauty striking the eyes of a soon peculiar face

A flower of gold in my sight, at a loss of words I stay

With July comes my time to go

What I’m looking for might not be that way

And losing trust in time will mean losing touch with the sky

But disappear with the wind I will, and carry on loving you may

September comes with cold

Arising with fear, my sight is cast astray

Morning weaves through star lit shores

And perched beneath stone a flower is tucked away

Waters grip gold and tell stories of rain

I hope she knows I fell in love in may