O’ May, you stretch of undulating green,
who sweeps across a sea of fervent blue.
We’ve woven ribbons ‘round and in between
each bough and branch in shades of every hue.
Sweet sanctuary days beneath the sun,
heat tempered by the seasons, gently turned.
We give our hopes their head, set free to run,
until July descends and fields are burned.
We ride till fireflies bedeck the night,
elusive need on frail and dainty wings-
to wish, like falling stars, on every light,
caught in the throat while deepened twilight sings.
O’ cherished days we clasp against the breast-
this place where fertile dreams may come to rest.
~ Dear Lou, it is my great privilege to award this exquisite Sonnet
our highest Honour. Congratulations, dear one!
Awarded by Sasha