Unsung May

Inside the morning rain
The summer heat of May
Departs on the wind
Whipped white capped lake.  Hail

Dancing to thunder, falls
Through the sky cracking
Lightning striking afternoon
To scatter fragile petals
Over white grass.  Green stems

Nakedly stand alone,
While the cold quiet night
Grows in star dark dampness
And we await the return
Of the cricket’s song.

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