‘Tis the merry month of May and yet the buds do hide
The ground is soft and mushy brown
In places where the wintry blanket’s thrown
The trees stretch out their knobby hands
The fingertips bulging waiting wanting to bloom
The sun only teasing winking peeking behind the gloom
As the trees stretch out their knobby hands
Waiting to bud in this merry month of May
My balcony blooming while snow still lies on the ground in May, ©Cindy Lapeña 2015
©Cindy Lapeña 2015
there’s a tug-o’-war for spring
summer in no hurry to come
lazing somewhere in the tropics
winter struggling hard to stay
throwing temper tantrums when told to go away.
When the sun is hot and the sky is blue in summertime
even the birds hide to escape the heat because it is summertime
and the heat can be unbearable. When it’s summertime
on the Island all the folk head for beaches to enjoy the summertime
and escape the heat by soaking in the cool ocean during summertime
or shed their winter paleness with a tan they get from summertime.
All the kids are out somewhere in the parks or beaches through the summertime
or dodge the heat in Empire 8 where movies run more often ’cause it’s summertime
and their moms spend more time shopping for the cool air conditioning
and their dads brave the heat at the greens or the club since it’s summertime
and Boomer warns of rain or the chances of it coming all through summertime.
When the heat becomes unbearable and the the people get irritable in summertime
they could not wait for summer when it was still the winter but when summertime
arrives they curse the summer 30s and look forward to some rain in summertime.
© Cindy Lapeña, 2013