We could use some rain about now
The snow doesn’t really count
Because roots need warmth
Not icy tendrils to hunker under.
The sun is out and the tundra exposed
Bare and cautionary to see
Winter has done its thing
To hide as best it could;
But the surprise grows old
And predictable.
We are symbiotes you and I
Living together all these years
Like that time you took out
The old tree by the fence;
And watched the dogs
Run and play.
The bad lawn calls out for bag of mulch
And a helping hand with these weeds
that would grow in concrete if allowed;
oh, and some topsoil will help
The daffodils open and celebrate
The coming of Spring.
whoisfenton 