Spring

Spring has sprung

The weeds have, too.

The gophers grub at roots.

The driveway wants an overhaul,

The weather calls for boots.

The fruit trees scream

Come make some jam;

The horses hunt for greens,

The piglet whistles

For her food and

For a cage that’s clean.

Work never ends

Inside or out

Whether its sun or rain

It’s time to clip and mow and rake,

Dig up, replant, and tame.

In no time short, with spade in hand

The yard will change its mood

And all the planting of new seed

Will turn into free food.