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.