Grany's energy and mood burst
with the spring arrival, she'd put on
a hat with the rainbow buttons sewed on it,
grab the hoe and begins to work on her garden.
When the green sprouts begin to emerge,
she's getting ready for the days to spray
pesticide; the image of little caterpillars
eating her little darlings; her lips curl. She'd
buy the best one and spray it over her babies.
But wait; she pauses, thinking about
the ground water pollution: pesticide and household
cleaning agents can pollute our ground water sources.
so, they must be used and disposed properly. That ain't my problem. She smiles. As the article:
use the pesticide as instructed; don't pour the cleaning stuffs with water on the lawn or ground, and so on.
Looking at her green garden, she ponders,
what can be done more? Many things.
For now, she'd tend the new greens;
help them grow more.
Garden Work is one of my three poems published in the Weekly Avocet--#497.
She greets the old cowboy
who shares tears and joys,
loves her as the cows love
the grass beneath the deep snow.
The haystack grows low, as the days near
the spring; she embraces the blue, seeing
the cowboy moves his cows to
the high country, where the
She dons purple dress,
put on a spring perfume,
greets the doe and fawn.
The old cowboy plans for
the first harvest of hay,
forgetting yesterday's sorrow
of Wife perished of the COVID.
She cheers him, wishes for
the grass grow slow;
blossoms stay longer.
She enjoys May's gentle touch
a bit better than the passion of July.
She loves all the ups and sillies of spring.
(This piece is one of my six poems appeared
in the Weekly Avocet #491, May 1st, 2022.)
--Byung A. Fallgren