Sun is all over me as the breeze
Rushes brush’s thrush’s it off me
I ain’t looking out at our garden
That I have raked and bags leaves
Off the ground now for days, black
Shiny bags piled down at our cul-de-
Sac now ready to be trucked away
And the earth and plants so green are
Now more visible as they push up
And out to flower to sprout to tout
Their magnificent shiny green selves
As I recall yesterday and before the
Loud constant peck of woodpeckers
Needing to eat the bugs in those rot’
Ting woods showing their span of
Lives are perhaps nearing their ends
A sign of age a sign to many of de-
Cline, hard to stomach for many
Men peck too in another fashion
Their peckers insistent a sign of
Their hopeful not decline in their
Masculine fiery fierce manhood
A pleasure and pain equal in parts
To many on earth, so those budding
Jonquils those vibrant yellows in
So many shades and brilliant whites,
The lavender blooms so round and
Tiny on crawling to low ground
Vincas such encouraging signs to
Regrowth and rebirth that constant
In life to sustain our passions, contain
Our vigor, repeat our off to on spring!
I have reached my fifteen and must now
Off to work,
Adieu till my hellos replace my departure
And usher in my new entrance to you and
Our glorious beautiful shared lives her
On earth onto more living and loving so!
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