Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Spring Poem

All winter long I heed the call
of computer & books & houseplants all
but now that spring is nearly here
with seeds & trowel & birds that cheer
the coming warmth
I cannot spend...
(I only tell the truth, my friend!)
I must hold my dollars close
and spend them where I love the most;
the garden centers calling me
with herbs and grasses... a stately tree, a budding rose.
You feel it, too,
the green world is also part of you. 

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