Wednesday, May 11, 2011

May

By David Roth
©11th May, 2011

Mornings
that tease with a hint that Old Man Winter
has decided to delay
his annual trek to
the southern hemisphere.

Mid-days
rolling towers of windswept
green-gray slate cottons balls
crying for attention,
tantrums of wind, rain and thunder
screaming to be heard.

Twilight
tucking the last rebellious vestige
of spring’s temperamental child
to bed for a nap.

Midnight
beneath a shimmering belt
of otherworldly summer diamonds
scattered in a puddle of milk
buckled in Orion’s Belt.

Spoiled and cranky transition
from winter’s ice
to summer’s sweat
wrapped in gay, chuckling ribbon.

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