On June 10th, I pen:

                                  AN  ODE  TO  JUNE                                                                         

For-ever June !

Is the "just perfect "

Tune: one scored

For a heart never sold.

An easy breeze, teasing;

Its rains, silky sweet;

  Its fireflies, dazzling and bold... 

                                                                              

July sails to second place;

August comes close;

[Yet, as for those

OTHER months,

What might THEY boast?]

Well...

April betrays us,

And, frequently so;

Feb' summons red-hearts

Plus buckets of snow!

May 'tries' to please us,

(As does September);

January's somber,

 Even worse than November!

March is too windy;

December's too cold;

October, too rainy

 (Though, sometimes, 'pure gold').

I'm sticking with JUNE

As my most favorite tune;

An aria!  An opera!

It's OVER THE MOON !!

poem by L.P.-G. / June 2023

CAW..CAW..CAW !

 

poem by L.P.-G.

DEAR MR. ELIOT, I'D LOVE TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS RE: 'MAY'

                                                                         

 

Perhaps T.S. Eliot

Got it all wrong;

Early May

Usurps April as

"Misery Prolonged" !

Chilly, raw days

Plague multiple states;

I don't want to see

What gloom still awaits !!

poem by L.P.-G. / May 2023

MAY DAY REDUX [REDUX!]

                                                                   

My lilacs have yet

To bloom today;

So what say those

Delicate buds of May?

Now every so often

This month may fall short:

Bearing coldness and dampness,

With a need to import

Not only lilacs,

But roses and lilies;

Guess a more 'dazzling'

Spring-time

Remains my

Achilles' !!

Poem by L.P.-G. / May 2023

SWEET DUCKY DARLINGS (spied just this very morning!)

                                                                  

Bright molten green

Drips down toward his wing,

His fine lady plainly stays dappled;

An impromptu discourse

Adorns my damp yard;

 Whilst wobbling webbed feet

Appear shackled...

He eyes her small speckles

Of soft, winsome brown,

Melded 'round pin-tips of gray;

The rain glistens down,

And stirs up sweet sounds,

As those two

   Look forward to May !

poem by L.P.-G / copyright April 2023