May Afternoon, Poem

Humid grayness, white flowers on a bush
In bloom people leaving, people going
People coming people returning
Just a May afternoon gray clouds

In the sky hinting of coming June
And the rain that lies
In those gray heavy skies
Will make us forget

The lighthearted part of the May just past
Gone so fast though not young
May's a sickly sweet bloom
Petals falling on a grave

Of a time that's gone before it begun
Before it could be seen where
It would lead and so the memories
Sleep to reawaken when it's May

Next year always May over the horizon
Lilacs and lost things youth
And May both have wings-

Written November, 2010