The poem for the month of  May is "The Limitation of Words" . . . . 

The Limitation of Words

 

 

Today I saw the snow descend

Beyond the window in my room;

I was poised to write but words eluded me.

 

It was warm inside as I looked out;

Elbows propped upon the desk,

A cup of tea aside my arm,

I watched the snowflakes fly

And tried, as best I could,

To convert my thoughts to words

And write them down upon the page.

 

The storm grew violent:

A universe in disarray

Expressed itself in tumult;

Despotic winds assaulted trees

As Death wandered through my yard.

 

I watched the world grow empty:

All that was alive died before my eyes;

The ground ceased to breathe

And lay entombed beneath the snow;

The howl of the wind

Was louder than thought,

Rendered words obsolete:

Meaning was made meaningless,

Expression denied a purpose.

 

I dropped my pen upon the desk

And emptied my tea in the sink;

There is no way to explain

The pallor and pain

Of the very last snow,

The final storm,

That sweeps through your yard

And writhes across your consciousness.