Certainly May
The browns from the winter
have all changed to green.
The harsh and sharp edges
are mossy and soft.
The breeze is more gentle:
no clouds in the sky.
The robins are nesting;
the hawk is aloft.
The creek beds have water,
no longer harsh ice,
clear pools in the shade,
inviting and nice.
With sun on your shoulders,
a breeze in your face,
a feast for the eyes
joy rings in this place.
It’s temperate, delightful;
if I had to say,
one of my favorite months
is certainly May.
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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