Culture
Poem: The Last Day in May
The Last Day in May
It is the last day in May
And the peonies and roses
Are in bloom, releasing
Heady fragrances
Into the warm, balmy breeze.
The dandelions have retreated
And wild violets, along with
Patches of clover,
Have taken their place.
Ants are scurrying about
In the sun, the shade,
And in and out of
Little mounds between
The concrete cracks,
In the tender blades




I am so enchanted by the poetry! I applaud Knarik for her exuberance and charm! Nader Rastegar