Log Cabin Chronicles

May Song

NICHAEL CRAMER

May we
hear the
phoebes
out back?
-- or,

May we
see the
first buds
leafed out?
-- and,

May we
feel a
breeze that
stays warm?
-- then,

May we
sleep with
windows
open?
-- but,

May we
have seen
the last
snow? (please?)
-- now,

seeing
what month
this is,
we May!

Nichael Cramer writes in Vermont

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