May may mean you've come to
the end of a durable winter.
May encourages vines, stirs
hope in the vintner.
In May you might soon see
red buds and blossoms
but also mourn in sunlight
the heavy loss of loved ones.
On May Day if you're a laborer
you may march to a red flag,
which might be misinterpreted
as a communistic gag.
May's a good month for those
who feel they don't belong.
It's neither spring nor summer.
Alone, it listens to bird-song
and withdraws from June and April,
both too garrulous by half.
It prefers to cogitate, may-
be to share a mild, ironic laugh.
Copyright 2011 Hans Ostrom
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