‘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
Jack Frost tires
his breath is short
His magic fades
his winds abort
His mantle white
is tattered now
The deep red earth
peeks through the snow
His icy spikes
have dripped away
The stiff cold boughs
begin to sway
He spins around
for one last look
He stomps his feet
like one big sook
He tries a roar
his voice is meek
The sun is strong
Jack’s future’s bleak
The darling buds
of May awake
As they take over
this spring break!
-Charlottetown
22 March 2012
does Spring spring to Fall 
or does Spring fall?
do you fall when you spring
or do you spring when you fall?
can you spring on springs
and not fall or do you fall?
it’s all a pun on nature
and that’s just au naturel!
© Cindy Lapeña, 2011
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