My garden waits under a blanket of spring
gently rippled snow comforting to the earth
drowsing buds protected by the cover
will burst and pour forth
hot, humid mornings, big yellow spiders and baskets of green beans
this heavy cover now protects, will melt and nourish.
I am preparing for my fourth annual poetry reading and art exhibit, this year entitled “Coming Spring”. Read about it on my “What’s New?” blog, and if you’re in the Pittsburgh area I’d love to see you there.