May

May is a beautiful month.  It holds hyacinth breezes, satisfying rains, and clean closets that all send me cascading through moments of progressive reflection.  It was in May that I was born.  In May, I learned to ride a bike.  In May, I was hired for a new job.  In May, I composed my first piece of music.  All my life, May happens as a month of peaceful thought, reflection, and plan-making.  May I steward the beauty.