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Khushi Aug 17
The month of May — oh, may I say —
Holds an ambiguous kind of sway.
The summer sun can sometimes stay,
Or rain may fall and never stray.

It sounds like fun to bathe in light,
But when the splash hits, takes its flight,
It shifts the mood, no end in sight,
Yet still, we chase the warm delight.

It may be all safe and sound,
But may not always stick around.
You can’t deny the changing tune,
For weather shifts from sun to moon.

So swallow hard and step outside,
Prepare to face the crying sky.
Yet when the rain falls down to play,
Its scent can take you far away.

The feel of drops upon the skin,
To cleanse the sorrow buried within.
The joy of flowers in the showers,
Though May’s soft grace may not be ours.
May teaches us that joy and sorrow often arrive hand in hand. Its skies remind us to embrace change, whether it comes as sunlight or rain .This piece is a reminder that even uncertainty can hold its own kind of grace.
Brittany Downer Feb 2017
A Dream of Summer

From my retreat, I doze
watching white swirls
dance past my windowsill
And counting the growing collection of
Glaciers under my roof
While wrapped in a warm blanket, ignoring the
Bite of chill that clings to my toes, while
Seated in a chair, in front of the window

Yet leagues away from a tree - an oak dead
asleep with the onset of winter,
set to wake at the sight of spring.
Quiet, calm and covered in frost it waits
And dreams of an August breeze and the golden suns of June,
showers of April, and flowers of May
mayhap, I am the same
and as I close my eyes
I dream of summer.
This is actually a rewrite of an earlier poem of mine that I had to do for class.

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