May soothed – sensual breeze caressing. Snug, she cooed in floral chroma; Gave artistic license – dressing up Pubescent fields, teenage woods, Jaded lanes; embellishing Craggy watersides. Warmth was kind – sun tempered, Lifting life; erecting bluebell swathes For good measure: late-spring treasure. At hill's base A mirrored lake, brooding, Bathed in halcyon haze – Yet hectic life scurried, Spurred on by procreational drive, To see it all survived another year. Back home, garden tulips flared, Thrust aloft on rigid stems, and Under day-time brilliance, Open goblets, clustered, Sought out heavenly guidance – Lauding hallowed Tulipa gods. May is Nature's intermission – Bridging April's go-ahead With hothead June.