Into May

It's interesting
watching the seasons
observing life
observing living.
This month was very forward,
almost rude in its abrupt
changes - winter to spring.
It seems it got to the punchline
before setting up the joke.
Perhaps it had to
noting the wheels were off the track
noting that it was May and very few blooms
were there to transform the brown forest floor
into the magical realm of intrigue and curiosity
as we longingly poke under leaves searching for the sign
that the cold, barren, existence will soon come to an end.