Gardening

I am on a tear

Out in my garden because

The weather was kind yesterday.

I wore my grubby coat, the one that I never wear to town

Because the lining is ragged and hangs down.

I found my rake and my spade out in the tool shed

And my clippers

And I galloped, trotted, cantered

In a lather

All around the house snipping and spreading compost

And digging weeds that had miraculously sprouted in icy soil

The daffodils are coming up

And the iris

The poppy leaves are green

I am full of springy zest

It’s good for me I say

Bending and kneeling and cavorting

My head filled with images of flowers to come.

About Karen To and Fro

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