Sitting in the garden on a sunny day in May
All about me greening are the seeds of harvest play.
The soil, like cottage cheese, but now black and wet with rain
Covered with an armor that no wind can blow away.
It blew away my greenhouse, my bucket and my hat
I think I saw a groundhog on a flying welcome mat
But the precious rain of Spring still hides within the soil
The untilled cover spreads like a robe around one royal
The blossom’s on the apple, the onion blooms beneath
The spinach and lettuce met approval with my teeth
I knelt beside a raised bed of many kinds of plants
Hearken the announcement; “Spring is here at last!”
Impatient for their waking, trailed fingers through the straw,
Smiled at the joyful rise of a million-earthworm-crawl.
One awoke another in the warm, black soil and rain
Stretching, dancing, twisting until twenty feet away
I could hear the earthworm thunder and feel the soil quake.
Spring awoke with laughter and I’m off to find my rake.