Deceitful May.
Consistent in its will
to disappoint, May suffers
a perennial identity crisis.
Not quite summer,
too short-sighted to be
emboldened by a dreadful spring,
the month fails to show potential
of a wonderful journey ahead.
Summer already
too brief, May does not
extend the season in any
meaningful way. As such, we
leave the days behind and
can only hope June
will give us what we need,
want or desire.
Can I look forward
to greater warmth, brighter days,
an abundance of smiles, hugs,
and the joy I often find in June?

05/31/2022                                               j.g.l.