Beltane Dreams

Pink cherry blossoms

Pollinate 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, growing.

They’ve put 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.