This last weekend reminded me that rainy days are common in May in Minnesota. And that summer's warmth sometimes doesn't come as quickly as we would like.
May Haiku in Minnesota
The furnace kicks on,
rain swells the fields, rivers pound,
hamstrung farmers curse.
Frogs in pop-up ponds
brazenly hum vibratos
of piercing desire.
Across the city
tulips and dandelions
burst forth, heads unbowed.
Blooming crabapples
swamp the eyes with magenta
even as they droop.
The siren of spring
calls through raindrops, promising
days drenched in honey
and a prime belief
in the drumbeat of sunshine
beneath sullen clouds.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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