by Essie L Mariner
May has come in all her splendor,
Bright blue skies and zephyr breeze;
In her hands are gifts abudnant,
Priceless jewels sure to please,
Lilies, phlox, and purple lilacs,
Larkspur, pinks, and mignonette,
Sweet peas, pansies, and carnations,
Asters, dogwood, violets.
Ofttimes June will, condescending,
Lend May first bloom of the rose;
May can then boast of this prowess,
More than half the flowers that grow.