Where will you be in May?

My mind listens

“whispering pillars of the rain”

a bird hides between the leaves

 

The garden blooms

the fish claims deeper waters

the mud removed and floor polished

 

In May, come with me

lets hike a mountain

we will talk of bewilderment,

 

the constant changes

of tidings and doubt

the bliss of simple life.

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