Bluegrass and rye green through my window.
A sandhill, a swallow,
Then follow.
The robin and wren return to nest,
While the Oriole whistles
To his mate.
Stout Barberry emerge unscathed,
But azalea nearly perish
During the wait.
The forest dazzles with ground floor color.
Wood Violet, Wild Trillium,
Turn brilliant.
I shovel and rake for the seeds to plant.
Straighten my fence post
And wire.
I garden quite near my cherry tree.
Soft bark and white pedals,
To admire.
Tree blossoms fill my front yard and back.
Zestar apple, Meteor cherry,
Both vary.
One weed and feed stops the dandelion growth.
So sorry if young bird
And toad.
So long was the wait for life to begin.
I relish my Spring
Over cold.
Green bean and carrot sprout through my window.
A tomato, a summer!
Cucumber.
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