March 16, 2010
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Morning
Time moves
one day after the other.
Dawn comes
unbidden
but welcome.
I wish for
jacketless mornings
and longer walks.
Today
the birdsong
almost masks the sound
of the furnace
and crocuses bloom.
I’ll move the grasses
and plant flowers
and tomatoes.
Some day soon
I will smile and mean it.
Comments (2)
Practice makes perfect.
I completely understand that line about smiling.
We will.
And , I guess we’re both gardeners? I was * just* talking about tomato plants yesterday with a friend!