May

Feverish, shimmering May
Passing by me undone, this mighty wave
Sang dry musicals about the thirsty Summer
And rich little ditties about the watery Winter

“Rejoice in the unfiltered arms of the sun
Bask in it with your filtered sins
Try not to look at the grey blankets up ahead
Till they cover you whole
And make the Winter come.

When they approach the shore,
It will be time to wave the blue goodbye
And pace in the sand slyly
Knowing that May will come soon
And so shall it be gone.”