Beltane Dreams

Pink cherry blossoms
are pollinating tentative skies

As gentle clouds rise,
on Bank holiday Monday

One of many in May,
we’re free for the day.

A girl walks down the street
in short shorts: this poem is for her.

For the dusting off barbecues,
for first steps into gardens.

They’ve put out more tables outside the cafes:
seasonal menus, florals, pastels, jet2 ibiza, 99cone!

They will light a bonfire for the Sun God.
In six weeks, Summer will be king.

But first, May 1st— where light gets its voice,
where summer is a choice.