March, 2009
Earthworms glide around crocuses, In and out Of soil black and soft, Wet with night’s rain And morning’s dew.
Ants scurry up and down daffodil stalks Green and firm, Into buttercup faces That smile yellow at hyacinths pink and blue And heavy with the scent of spring.
Robins chirp and flutter, Carry away twigs And blades of grass To make ready for speckled, Sky-blue eggs.
Under the peonies Lilies of the valley bow, Knowing that soon The bumblebee will come To caress the roses.