Wednesday, May 9, 2018

May (poem)

May

The meadow lies flat on its 
back between homes and roads. 
Green whiskers and fat little 
trees laze in the May sun. 
Not a bee's flower touches this 
tall grass in its sweet repose. 


(5/9/2009)

I wrote this short poem nine years ago today. Thought it might be worth re-sharing!