When green leaves broaden on the cherry tree
and cherry blooms have started to depart,
it’s May and all things beautiful and free
are born anew like love inside the heart.
I watch soft clouds
like cotton
stretch so thin
they disappear.
This is the time for fishing at the creek,
for catching crappie with a cane and hook.
The butterflies appear like strings of silk,
when green leaves broaden on the cherry tree.
© Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols
Freeda Baker Nichols 