Months Out of Order
This was the year when April was May,
dry with bright skies almost every day
and lunch al fresco under sun's ray,
cherry and plum blossom on display.
May felt like March much to my dismay
with frosts at night. Then branches did sway
in the wind and rain under skies grey,
yet tulips stood up looking so gay.
Soon it will be June so now I pray
summer please come without more delay.
With veg to plant out at home I'll stay
just to make sure they are all OK.
Copyright © Lisle Ryder | Year Posted 2021
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