Dear Ones,
I began the merry month of May with a post about May Day and May altars. As this is the last of May, I decided to write a poem called "May Night" Hope you like it.
May Night
By
patti ross
Thunder
trembles eyes closed tight
Against the rumbling
night
Hold
fast…don’t slip into the storm
Wind
thrashes lashes wet with tears
Ripping fast
the sheets that cleat us here
Adrift,
alone, to see no more
The years of
Mays piled up on shore.
Hold fast…sweet
May
Stay another
day.
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