This Morning's News
Gray clouds withheld the sun, and gray as well
My thoughts, except to contemplate my eager
Puppy tugging on our early walk.
We passed each neighbor's house and greening lawn
And I, who now bring graying hair to spring,
Looked up to spy a neighbor; she, still clad
In soft pajamas and a robe, was in retreat
From someone else's door, and laughing said,
"Now Ive been seen--and one should not be caught!"
She toted in one arm her fluffy dog
And in the other cradled offerings
Of spring that piqued my dormant memory:
Of course, the first of May, May basket day!
Wallpaper-made cone shapes, all flower-filled
With treats tucked in, were waiting to be hung.
". . . and even though my children are long grown,
I do this still." She shoved one in my hand--
"For you!"--and hurried on, and in a blink
Those hopeful blossoms blasted gray away.
Awake! The May Queen, keeping custom, brings
Infusion to the heart--the gift of spring.