under my feet as I walk through the lush grass in my socks. Mower broken our lawn is shaggy, like my son’s hair. I love the violets and strawberry flowers everywhere.
First Bats fly in front of the large rising moon.
We dance around dandelions gone to seed in the dusk.
I could roll endlessly on the Earth, on this eve of our ritual, this full moon, this May when the air is so perfect, the weather just right, and the greening begun.
The day is long and new and the wishing star is a planet.
So much to do, sleep beckons, colored ribbons lie on the table.