Casting the shadows aside, we watched the
green grass collided with the
open sky
and from there we could see everything
we’ve ever done never done
or wanted to
do
and so we flew higher into
the orange pink
blue
because somehow
we knew
the sky lives
forever
mindgallery
This poem from mindgallery and the Brooklyn Missed Connections so beautifully articulates the emotions associated with May. Looking up and out at the colors of the sky fills you with expansiveness and hope.