(Originally published in Oak Leaves #2)
Maypole, flowers, Queen of the May
dance for us, dance for us, dance for the day
Weave ribbons and roses and daisies galore
round staffs, and young heads, then cover the floor.
The Lord, a young man, greets his lover in bloom
in fields and in forests, in every back room.
New life is sprouting in great singing bursts
the flowers, the beasties, the babies come first!
Romp in the green that nature's become
she's wearing her finest to court her dear sun.