Early May Lament

From the erstwhile Poet Laureate of camp, dormitory, and office, verses inspired by rain, rain, and more rain during the first week of May in Michigan:

Endless precipitation
Breeds rank frustration
Storm clouds of hurt
As rains wash o’er dirt
Wading through mire
I fain would expire
Oh for a dry-eyed fling
Romping with glorious spring

Rain, rain, go to hell

Author: annsepstein@att.net

Ann S. Epstein is an award-winning writer of novels, short stories, memoirs, and essays.

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