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May (the round of the months)
Hello pretty month of May
Who still dresses in morning frosts.
However, it is not to blame
because the end of bad days is marked
by letting the soft air settle in
After the freshness of its mornings.
The finches, in the nest, well camouflaged
, are busy for their goslings all day long.
Nature lets all the colours
that only it can invent blossom, mixing
soft green and canary
yellow, purple and flamboyant orange.
All palettes are allowed
In this month, all soft and spring
sweeping the dying winter,
To the great pleasure of gardeners.
poem by Dominique Sagne.
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