The first day lilies
have popped open, just the two
burning hot orange.

The spider has come back
to the web she spun last year,
heavy and swollen.

Long shadows shade my
yard with a dark, deep green that
keeps the heat at bay.

A pale cold has come
settling over late May
with solomn silence.

A cool misty rain
falls, kissing all the trees and
grass with its soft tears.

Heavy air and thick
leaves hang on trees like wearing
far too many clothes.

The sky can't decide
whether to be bright or dark-
it's ruining my nap.