After April rain that’s washed into May,
sun illuminates the sparkling garden
embroidered with a foam of daisies
and brassy dandelion buttons.
I find one last withered snowdrop,
a survivor from the yellow flood,
breathe air encouraging and fresh
with growth while I stop and listen
to a chiffchaff chuckling a tune,
a song that will follow me into June.
Kim M. Russell, 9th May 2019
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Sanaa’s Challenge: Such Were Syllables That Possessed May, also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry
Sanaa is our host this Thursday with a contemporary poem prompt: ‘May’ by Sara Trevor Teasdale. Sanaa would like us to draw inspiration from it to create new poems of our own.