In My Garden


I sit upon the shelf and keep a vigil out the window for true signs of spring. As mom says in her poem once everything starts blooming I am up and out the door. High up in a blooming apple tree I can hide and know can bother me.

The rains have come

and washed the snow away

I march on out

into my garden to see

once spring comes along blooming

the apple trees burst forth in white blossoms

along with the pear

and in mid-spring white blossoms

magically fill the air

the smell of spring

is wafting all around

and white clouds

in the sky appear

with the snow gone

it does give me hope

as the sun’s rays

are now warm upon my face

my cat has found a patch

of sunlight on the window sill

with greenery all around

is happily listening

to bird choruses in the apple tree

And once May comes round I’ll be able to climb up on the windowsill and smell and see all those wonderful blooming lilacs. Still just a bit to go and with spring it will all begin.

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