May is here, she sighs.
An avenue of stumps where once cherry trees fine and strong clutched their pink bloom fat with hope and love.
A perennial prodigal welcome.
Ribboned gifts, five smiling faces and a pink tongue.
She sighs. She smiles full of memory love. A tear. five tears. She smiles, starts the engine, and is gone.
Sometimes only a self-indulgent poem hits the spot. Thank you for visiting my blog and see you with a smile next month!