Lady's Favor

May 

spring

fling

her riotous petals

devil-

may-care

into the air,

ignoring the lethal 

nettles

and may

May

cry gleeful-

ly Hooray!

as the abundance 

settles,

till a sudden June 

swoon

leave us out of tune,

torn,

when the last rose is left

inconsolably bereft,

rudely shorn

of every device but its thorn.

 

Originally published by The Lyric