Feel for May, the month of fleeting dedication
Welcomed with sense of outsized celebration
Heralded like angel from heavens above
And chagrin in good measure that mingles with love
For promise oft broken with warming and chill
A lack of commitment that teases until
A sense of annoyance, of hands thrown up high
At the peek-a-boo sun playing games in the sky
The days drag to weeks to its imminent end
A lace kerchief flutters as away we do send
Oh May how we waited, embraced with high hope
You’ve difficult task, yet we need you to cope
You coaxed open buds and turned verdant the grass
But invariably fickleness did come to pass
Your overstayed welcome an act of resistance
That turned our good will to a sense of good riddance
But isn’t this love? With the good comes the bad
Warm hug and a kiss for the times that we had
The drama you bring, your most human refrain
And our heart pangs with longing to see you again…
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