The verbena comes back,
As the wind makes its way
Down the same dirt track,
In the same sort of day.
The fleabane claims the field
As the rain makes spring feet
In the garden newly tilled
Before the summer’s heat.
I have not lost you love,
Nor have you been led astray.
I’m finding flowers in the sun
On this, the first of May.
–Shaun Perkins
It’s May Day. Put some flowers on some people’s doorsteps and make their day!
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 