May has arrived like a held breath released.

Swishes in, skirts of pink, purple and gold,

a band of blue over unbrushed hair.

Suddenly we remember what winter had

made us forget – the life summer shakes into us.  

The scent of pollen follows her like the music

she commands – a Latin rhythm, a beating heart. 

Be in no doubt, she is here and she won’t be ignored.

She spreads her magic through the crowd like

pepper, and where she goes, people dance.

Watch her move.  She won’t be here for long

but while she is, she’s vibrant.