rise of May,
I look back at this changeable
month.
A month of odd warmth and
blustering cold,
A month of clear skies and
overcast rain.
A month where the daffodils danced
their last;
A month where the tulips flowed
into being.
Where the evenings grew longer;
And the sun rose earlier with each
passing day;
Where the days of
April’s Zenith felt more like the
apex of Glorious June:
Sun,
Sky,
Warmth and anticyclonic
sand:
With three bouts of sea fog more
akin to autumn;
That swept in from five in
the afternoon;
And did not recede until Noon of
the following day.
Now Polar Maritime dominates
the April flow;
Fresh,
Cold,
Laced with hail and
even snow.
One more day of the mid-
month of Spring,
Goodness knows what May
will bring.
But one thing will I
not forget:
The April days that were
so like June.
. . .
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