southwest64.com

2026

May arrives without asking—
soft-footed, green-handed,
slipping between the last sigh of spring
and the first whisper of summer.

The trees remember how to hold light,
cupping it in fresh leaves
the color of beginnings.
Even the wind seems kinder now,
as if it has learned a gentler language.

Rain comes and goes like a quiet thought,
leaving behind the scent of earth—
deep, alive, forgiving.
Flowers open not all at once,
but in careful conversation with the sun.

There is a hum beneath everything:
bees stitching gold between petals,
birds practicing songs they almost forgot,
hearts daring, again, to feel expansive.

May does not rush.
It lingers at the edges of days,
stretching evenings into honeyed light,
reminding us that growth
is not loud, but certain.

And somewhere, in the quiet bloom of it all,
you remember—
this is what it means
to begin again.

MAY DAY

FRIDAY, MAY 1

FULL MOON

FRIDAY, MAy 1

SUNDAY, MAY 10

MONDAY, MAY 25