“May Queen”, a poem by Gregg Hake on the last day of May

Morning rises, the cardinal calls
The squirrels are rousing, an acorn free falls
Hummingbirds buzzing, seeking things sweet
As I sit by idly, soon breakfast to eat

Another beginning leaps out of the night
On dewy green freshness and soft morning light
The gleam in my eye, dear, reflecting this scene
Bids you ‘good morning’, my darling May Queen