MAY
I Heavy cloths are put away,
The sun has come this bright May day.
Nature such a splendid thing,
Brings the birds to chirp and sing.
Blossom fades, a tiny breeze,
Scented lilac fills the trees.
Bees awake from Winter's sleep,
Yellow flowers smile and peep.
Soft white clouds are floating by,
April showers wave good-bye.
Drinks are poured to blur the mind,
Thoughts then turn to summer time.
Tom Clarke