Renewal

 May Day

The month seems to 

have had wings,

writing and reading,

fortunate to be living,

here in America’s Finest City,

where the locals are old, 

the snowbirds are grateful, 

and the poets have all 

been in good form.

A month of satisfying results

of gratitude and generosity,

of many old friends, a new few. 

We lived mostly for each new morning,

knowing the poetry gods would laugh 

at plans beyond lunch.

Summer’s not yet here, 

a few weeks away.

That’s our breath we still see 

in front of us some mornings,

leading the way to the coffee,

with the company of our cat, Max.

It’s a grand day to be alive.