May 1st

Watching it swirl

and dance

and fall

one of the most beautiful
of nature's
activities



as the flakes

so big
and so fluffy



blanket

a weary
world.

I wake
from slumber
and watch

this world turn

from verdant
green of new life

to the white
cold known only

in winter.

And so I lay

curled in blankets
against the chill



and wonder
and wonder
and wonder... 

Why the hell

is this happening

in May?