O may is the month of our mother
the glorious (something) of May....
we used to sing that in our two room school house, Our Lady of Perpetual Help, Braeside Ontario.
Listen, something is about to happen
this is the day, the week
it may happen, the first leaves
listen to the birds
they speak, but from the wordless place
Song for Earth Day, (from Poems from my Backyard)
see www.souaid.com for more poems by me (Jennifer Boire) just posted in the guest poet section.
I am working on a new manuscript, on several actually, on a journal format about turning 50, on a non-fiction book for girls, and a collection of poems entitled Women are Lunar, the menopause series.