Spring Song


Look straight up now!
Into that dome of impossible blue:
Red tailed hawk swoops interlocking circles,
Pretending to ignore crows flapping after,
Shouting protection for nests in creaky voices

Closer in, deep green of needles
Gives way to nubbles of shiny chartreuse
Peppered everywhere with tiny beginnings
Of auburn cones–food for chickadees unborn,
Hiding places where nuthatches will hang upside down

Garlic has grown to my knees
Nourishing underground bulbs from generation
To generation of juicy greenness,
Scapes to come and curl their welcome to my knife,
Sending all the sun’s life into the rich soil

All around, cool breeze strokes feathery leaves
Of tomato, of fern, of peony with her marble buds
Turning to sharpest pink in secret
While iris blades cut the watery air
Hiding blooms-to-be among themselves

Wisps of clouds decorate that blue dome
Vegetable reflections shot into the upper world
Reminding everything that it’s all ruled by the sun
By the same sun that browns my skin while I grow
Roots from my feet deep into soil to join the garlic

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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