I VOWED I was going to write a poem absolutely ever day in April! I did it last year and had so much fun! Of course yesterday slipped by and I forgot. The upside is, I *did* remember today…. So… here you go, a Poem A Day, A Day Late.
It is the simple things - The sweat on my brow. The sun on my skin. And the fatigue In my arms. The glint of a shovel In this stretch of black earth underfoot. The darkness and heft of it - The spring-time rich smell. Although my arms ache And the sun beats down, It is those things That keep me out here Here in this little Patch of damp earth That keep me out And bring me joy. Joy and Satisfaction With a hard job Done well and The promise of Summer bounty. A bounty of blossoms Birds, bees. Butterflies.