An Indulgent Poem on the End of Winter

7 Mar
crocusinmyyard2

This crocus is blooming in my yard, thanks to my favorite gardener.

Flung wide window, March 7:

Things are growing.

The smell of opening,

Children will go out to play,

And the dog will root around.

My husband has planted shoots of herb,

Lenten rose and organically correct seeds.

You’ll want to keep that door ajar,

Nothing is wrong today.

Something will come of green air and bright rays,

Sitting against bricks with southern exposure,

The neighborhood all in shorts.

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One Response to “An Indulgent Poem on the End of Winter”

  1. gmonteith March 7, 2009 at 6:38 pm #

    Very nice, Kim. This spring-like weather seems to have brought the spring out in you!

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