The Garden, Uncovered

When the cardinal called out - his song like drops of light spilling over a dawn field - I ran outside that first day of his voice as Spring's soft sun opened the heart of the brisk, grey winds I ran to answer him then stopped astonished at the tender, naked garden suddenly uncovered: after … Continue reading The Garden, Uncovered →

and wakes in April

All winter the lawn has loafed under its thick white quilt and wakes in April, tousle-headed, crusty-edged, and with the freshest shoots of weeds curled cheekily in its damp, bare places. Afternoon sun, a stiff rake, and the layabout sits, chastened, scrubbed and alert: waiting to don a new green suit.