Sunshine pours out on the first day of May
I spy a chattering, swift-winging blue jay
Breathe in the aromatic scent of garden bouquet
Sparrows close to their mothers cuddle
Hopping around in a rain fresh puddle
Brown feathers camouflaged by fertile soil huddle
Huge hawk spreading its wing span
To catch a rabbit is its plan
Near it, a squirrel scuttled and ran
Baby blue skies envelop this morn
The day my brother was born
Fresh fruits and blossoms the trees adorn
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a 12 line poem for May Day (the first day of May)
no haiku suites, limerick suites, or 575 suites/ any other style ok
no vulgar words, sex, or profanity
Poetry Only |
Author Notes
May 1 is my brother's 61st birthday. I love the approach of spring in New England.
Thanks to Pixabay
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