May is a Maiden

[tailor STATELY]

May is a Maiden

May is a maiden at home in Garden Valley
A vanity of colourful blossomings and bloom

But sometimes her mind is of the baking sun;
and others fickle with the giggles of snow

Today must be her washing day; for a North
wind blows and the dark skyes hint of rain

5/26/2012

[Twota]

I really like it!

"the baking sun" is so nice. :D

[tailor STATELY]

Thank you Twota !

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Jack of Hearts]

tailor,

This is a really good poem. May is awfully fickle in the foothills. You spelled "skies" funny. Anyways, this poem really captures the lightness that this reader associates with May, a maiden who has almost left us now.

And a fine month she was.





J

[tailor STATELY]

Thank you Jack of Hearts !

I often spell "sky" as "skye" as a hold-over from an {old} home address on Skye Court B - out in Neo's neck of the woods.

Yes, she is a fine month; I'll miss her. I associate June with swoon (S.F. baseball reference); hope he honors us with compassion.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY