As May, As the Eyes May See

It brought me to my senses, The wild contempt of lavender Tiptoeing safely to each nostril - As the gangly zephyrs took heed, In brief wrangles a moments peak, Telling me, what month it was. A place where thoughts may tell, What traces blind could never hide No hemlock sensed, but nostrils did! Is shown as May, as the eyes can see. Hold twists of fate O’er coastal cliffs, Toast the view as a aperitif would do. While mushrooms gloat in spores The tastes of rustic, fathom cloisters, To religious orders in heaven’s scent Sprawl in clasp, an easy task you ask, What is it that you see?- Billowed, over a region in asters high Prompts each tree t’wards the sky. Where godly suave, the hone of purpose Deliberates more in transient mood, Producing concoctions, as ethics haste The swollen glands my eyes would tell; Interloping hand in hand on pixie trails Relishing childhood with mile a minute, Overtaking sessions to embalm the musk, Where bark had fallen, crumpled - Softly shod, as May, as the eyes can see.