April 23

Tending To

My knees are stained with pollen,
my finger nails are trashed,
Spring will never be scrubbed clean,
no matter how I have washed.

The grass edge is almost trimmed,
though not to Bob’s high standard.
Perfect, I’m not accustomed,
it’s hidden in his back yard.

Snapdragons still not planted,
they’re wedged in my minivan
to be taken for granted,
as I have a back up plan.

Flowers nearly have blossoms,
so I will bet it will be soon,
then I will have a garden,
where I can sit down to swoon.