May is clearly one of the feminine months. This is established in the first verse, "Perfumed and adorned, Mother Nature scents the breeze." In the second verse, she stages an annual rite of passage. The third verse brings images of humans reaching out to connect and linger in the celebration of spring.
Like April, May only came toward the end of my 43 year quest to capture a year in Michigan. Also like April, her image was hidden in plain sight, just outside our front door.