Santa Fe May
The month of May's a wayward time.
It may be cold. The wind may blow.
If it's frigid, you can bet
Picnicking brings without fail
Annuals you planted early
Sunbathing may not seem so wrong.
Musing on this fickle season,
The faithful pear tree drips with nubile fruit.
Fat submarine zucchini lurks
Along its leathery back,
And from inside a snug adobe tucked beneath
Bright laundry hangs like prayer flags in the warm September breeze.