April in Autumn
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Preparing the soil
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The smell of moist earth fills my senses.
Two mules pull a plow in straight row,
Just south of the long split-rail fences
Where Suckle and Queen Anne's lace grow.
A chill wind portends springtime showers;
Its moisture and nourishment needed
By gardens of beautiful flowers
So recently planted and seeded.
A robin is busy with twigs and with grass,
Her nest for the young ones she readies.
The geese in the west make a single pass
Heading straight for the lakes and the meadows.
As new life springs forth all around me,
My mind travels back through the years.
But now I am more like the old tree;
I stand by and shed a few tears.
Copyright © Jay D Weaver - March 28, 2008
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