Monday, April 07, 2014

Rites of Spring

An oniony aroma announces the chives’ presence
before I clear away the limp, tan stems and heaped winter leaves  
to catch sight of its eager green sprouts.

One foot to the left, my whisk-rake gently culls debris
from low-growing sedum – its coiled leaves an eager chartreuse
even in near-total absence of sunlight.

 For us all it is the beginning of the end
of the odorless, colorless, coldest part of the year.

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