We wake to the briskness of May

knowing winter is on her way

Everything is wet with dew

 bright little flowers of different hues

Soon there will be branches bare

lots of water everywhere

People dashing to and fro

Trying to beat the rain as they go

I really love this cooler weather

 all rugged up beside  the heater

 drinking lots of cups of tea

And watch shows on our TV.

Poem By Cheryl