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                         May Day 
 
That Old Man Winter 
sneaks one more look 
over his shoulder, 
flinging his cape, and 
the wind blows cold. 
He shakes his fists, and 
the snow tumbles down. 
 
Miss May's greens stay 
hiding under ground, 
shivering grassy stems 
almost flattened. 
She shows the edges 
of reds in tulips, yellows 
in the daffodils- 
opened enough to 
shout hope, hope. 
 
©Linda Baie, 2013 
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Seriously? Snow in May? Poor plants, shouting "hope."
ReplyDeleteYep-it's about 7 o'clock here & snowing-supposed to be here all day. Melting on the streets so far! Thanks, Terje!
DeleteYou took a potentially disheartening situation and made something beautiful out of it. Nicely done, Linda! :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Tabatha. Couldn't 'not' write about this particular May Day!
DeleteHappy May Day, Linda! Can't believe you're having snow yet again, but love your poem of hope :).
ReplyDelete*sends virtual flower lei*
Thanks, Jama. So lovely to hear from you! I will love the lei!
DeleteLinda,
ReplyDeleteDidn't read this until this morning, but it's definitely a perfect description of the wild weather we have been having. Love that you put such a hopeful twist on such a cold, grey week!
Thanks Carol-It was quite a day, wasn't it?
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