Gales in May

Despite the season, we have gales and  rain,
When May  blossom and buttercups each bloom
I feel regret for Spring is on the wane
The summer’s short and autumn comes too soon.

Expectations block our  outer view.
We miss  brief moments when the sun breaks through
And makes the whole world glorious anew.
With laughter, leaves and flowers our souls imbue.

Let’s look again, with  eye blind to desire.
A shady day has still a pleasant feel
The air is scented and senses   still are fired.
Thus, from the darkness ,let’s a pleasure steal

The grass is green and flowers assert  allure
Even in the gale ,we find our cure