May is a blue and gold and green,
Not a trace of cloud is seen;
Yet I find along the way
Snowflakes falling all the day.
Dainty snowflakes fragrant white,
And there's not a cloud in sight,
Snow you cannot truly be--
You're just petals from the tree!
Written by Annette Wynne
Thanks and Acknowledgements
Image: The Lady of the Camellias by Alphonse Mucha, graphically edited by Lisa.