Regarding May & other months

I truly hate this weather
Whether it’s raining or sunny
Honey is produced everyday;
Everyday even without me

Flee from terror, you sacred beast!
Feast not upon petal and flower
But power, in every age and hour
Shower us with your graceful love

Love! What a concept of mind
Grind the wheel stone until you have enough
Rough hands wake the slumbering artists
Large fists rouse the slumbering patrons

Matrons of honor upon your purple petal;
Mettle with me, as you’ll always be
Just a flea
Free to hop wherever the heart may take you
Blue to silver, a sliver-like hue
Few and far between
Few and far between