
April may be gone
May flowers saying loudly
thanks for the showers

April may be gone
May flowers saying loudly
thanks for the showers

three day old snowman
good that he doesn’t realize
his days are numbered
then again so are all ours
live each day like it’s a gift
reflections of clouds
floating on the wet driveway
gone with the water
leading obscure lives
except for short bursts of light
firefly on window