Saturday, April 3, 2021

Water Drips

 

Water drip-drips down ice-free eaves

Telling of melting ice and snow

Seeping slowly through matted leaves

To rouse the garden asleep below.

 

My  garden, frozen,  in Winter’s thrall

Waiting for the warmth of Spring.

Waiting, waiting ‘til warm showers fall,

And migrating birds once more sing

 

Sounds of bicycles in the street,

Children's song of Winter's defeat.


Sunday, March 21, 2021

Green in Early Spring

Green in an early spring garden pleases

The old gardener who limps outside

To breathe the air of spring, of soil

Once more.

Will this be the last yearly awakening?

Will the garden fade with the gardener,

As the two of them pass into irrelevance

Together?