Four days left
of the month of May,
I hope they’re all
just like today.
Crisp in the morning,
sunshine at noon,
pink clouds at sunset,
which came very soon;
as dusk filtered down.
from a darkening sky,
and the day bade a last
unwilling goodbye.
What a bounty from autumn
has come with this day,
almost at the end
of the month of May.
Nice tree, and poem.