The wet seeps into your bones and does not leave
for days on end in May. The birds start to talk loudly to
each other about what they’re doing and if the hawk
is close by.
Daffodils bloom in raindrops and maple blossoms
scatter on the ground like red confetti.
A gray blanket of clouds covers the sky in darkness
all day long.
The full moon rises on the first of May, on the night
of Beltane, no less. The forest lights up with moonlight and
The rain pounds into the Earth
putting fires out.
About the Creator
Fiona Howell
I'm Fiona Howell, an Irish musician and author living in New Hampshire, US. I have three books out on Amazon: The Locked Box, Blackwood, and The Promised Kind. I have three poems published in anthologies by the Peterborough Poetry Project.
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