The first flowers of spring
Are beginning to show.
And yes, the grass
It's about time to mow.
The dandelions
Are all in bloom.
Bright and yellow
Both salads and tea to consume.
The leaves are budding out
On the bare limbs of the tree.
The squirrels are darting about
Filled with mischief and glee.
I love this time of the year.
A season of endless activity.
A refreshing change
From winter's captivity.
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Stories and Poems Written from the Garden
PoetryA friend of mine suggested that instead of organizing what I write chronologically that I do so by topic. This book contains short stories and poems written from the garden.
