MANIpuLATing the meaning

A soft April night descended into Mornings’ May, and Doves cooed outside as light broke the silence.

The scent of heather, lavender and mint wafted across the barrier of out and in through the screen of my kitchen window,

and hovered between this continuum and that, with the expectation and quietness of what the full glory of summer would bring.

Rhododendrons are bursting and their clarity fogged.

 Do you look the way you write?

Or do you write the way you look?

Perception is the intensity of existence.

Profound significance within the pattern of any relationship.

And yet………..

 I move the words around to suit my fancy, and then I remember it is the month of May.

Dangle off a planet.

 Any one will do.

 Do you actually believe that this Earth is the only Earth?

Mornings’ May proves to be an interesting month.

Wouldn’t you say?