The Month of May is the unkindest of all
Sun shines, but to lick you dry
A breeze pauses at the doorstep
And turns back with a smile so wry.
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Oh yes, May is an exhausting month and I can definitely relate, a short, jaunty, vivid visual painting here, thank you for this
I really liked the playfulness of this poem! Keep up the good work buddy!
great poet you are guy and by now you know why MAY DAY MAY DAY GONE BY
A wonderful succinct poem that vividly depicts the kind of climate particularly the month of May. Well crafted write.10+++
Also, because of global warming and other environment related issues, temperature all over is increasing rapidly.
Thank you, Rini. I lived in Delhi for a long time and it gets quite dry there during May-June.
Thank you, It is a beautiful poem, so much vivid, you really feel it.
A matter of real pride to receive such rave remarks. Thank you
THANKS UNNIKRISHNAN, It is a small but beautiful poem it brings the SUMMER alive in one's mind.
Very Heart Felt Poem! ! ! ! ! Truly Hope You've Found Brighter Days! ! ! ! ! Many, Many 10S! ! ! ! ! +++++++ Thank You For Sharing This! ! ! ! !
Thank you Rabecca. Your comments on the poems are so inspiring. Immensele valuable to me/ . Thanks..
Not to cry! ! Only to respect the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Beautiful... My dear friend. And let me just reply... The month of May, Let me just say It comes and stays With those beautiful days..... Zoila T. Flores
Hi Zoila, Thank you for bestowing your valuable time to read my poem and offer the encouraging comments. I am obliged.
It's the most accurate description of May i have ever read. Personification of May is very beautifully done.
Short and sweet personification. Yes, May is a teasing month in so many ways. Thanks for sharing. Well done.
Oh! You proved it! ! Brevity is the key to expression! ! ! Your poem is like an arrow- it streaks right to the bull's eye and doesn't waver or drift! ! ! ! Yes! That is exactly what the breeze does when it is so needed- -it stops at the door! This is a jewel, my friend. I give it a 10++++++++++++++++
The month of May in India is like a cruel schoolboy playing pranks on his friends, the heat and the elusive breeze! Great write!
It's an interesting thought and there's a rhyme..
Thank you, dear poet. You make me proud, dear.