Whilst worms writhe through the black and cold damp earth,
The trees they lift bare branches to the sky,
And as the bulbs wake from their Winter de’ath,
A blackbird calls his charming springtime cry.
The grapevine’s dead wood rests beside the fence,
Yet grass grows green as forests packed with pines.
I scatter poppy seeds; the wait is tense
And spinach sewn down neatly in straight lines.
I envy other’s hardy Winter crops –
Their smart lawns which are so expertly cut,
Their daffodils do make for fine backdrops,
And sturdy sheds with secure roofing but
On this land where another’s treasures grew –
I’ll build my tiny empire fresh and new.
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Prompt: Write a poem welcoming Spring
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