13 Feb 2008 @ 19:26
the sun is out... can you tell?
My Garden Waits for Me
by Marissa A Spencer
My garden waits for me to come to her
An almost silent humming tickles my feet
Resting this long, cold, winter, she wakes
Underground the waiting is over
The wriggling, creeping, crawling things
Are once again aware, stretching and hungry!
Once again the conflict arises between us
How much for you, how much for me?
Can we arrive at some agreement, dears?
You can eat over there and I will hide
the fruits of my labors over here
Maybe you won't notice at harvest time
I will be gentle to the earth, and to you
Hopefully, you will love the weeds more?
Surely, we shall play hide and seek
And come to an standoff as usual
Me with my soapy sprays held high
And you with your tails and wings
Laughing at me as you scurry away
Come back here you!
YOU!
......................*sigh
© February 13, 2008
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