I remember you, May.
When you are gone
you are still warmly around me.
And when you return your kisses
makes your absence but a moment.
So I toast you, darling May!
With champagne I can match your
bubble over love of life.
Zinfandel is the color of your
regal sense of caring.
Swished in a glass of daily ups and downs
it gives for all a rainbow of hope.
Caring has such a fruity smell.
The slight taste of French Oak
lingers like lavender.
A touch of maturity and a reminder
that waiting makes the wine better.
May, your flowers a match
the smells of a Fume Blanc.
There is a taste of roses and fresh fruit.
May, you keep December at bay
warmth and smiles fend off the
cold blast of calendar death.
But when the winter comes.
I’ll have you as my port before
the roaring May fire.
How would I know I love you best
if the other months were not there
to make me remember.