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May
by LaVonne Boruk
The month of May is but a page on life's calendar
Fickle as the wind and as quickly gone leaving no trace
Except for yellow daffodils and purple violets
Crocuses and tulips and hyacinths and pansies
Beneath a cover of tall and stately lilies
And spring weather bringing rain if it so chooses
Or drought if that is her desire
And noisy lawn mowers and children playing hopscotch
On the sidewalks and laughing at their own antics
Squirrels playing tag with chameleons and raccoons
Humming birds taking nectar from rosy petals
While the young of robins learn to use their wings
And try to avoid the stray cats in the neighborhood
Mr. MacGregor working in his vegetable garden
Calls to his Mrs., "Tomatoes are gonna be ripe soon."
And she smiles remembering their juicy tart sweet flavor
Azaleas, peonies, and clematis have done their stuff
Spent their fortune of blossoms in a few weeks time
Hoping to propagate themselves another year
Petunias are just coming into full bloom and wish for rain
In vain it seems for there is little wet stuff to satisfy their thirst
Impatiens grow impatient and long for cool shade
But the sun burns down on them relentlessly until
Oak trees leaf out and furnish their umbrella of cool protection
Pines and maples show off their majesty in a carpet of green grass
And the magnificent magnolia reigns over all
Ah, yes! May is much too fleeting.
©2001 LaVonne Boruk
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