I’m sticking brown squares up on the wall, but I didn’t want to leave you without a few haiku tonight.
the last day of May
it leaves without the party,
the rush of May Day
Turn the calendar
Turn the page to June’s newness
Farewell to the May.
The browns of my quilt
twinkle grey and sepia
with a hint of red.
May, Oh month of May
We’ll remember all winter.
We recall spring: May.
The air is, tonight,
perfect, not too hot or damp
the frogs are singing.
Great!!!!