Longer days, evening light.
Race home, to outdoor peace.
Nature’s pre-game show.
Looking for the faintest pinks,
The tentative yellows,
The shyest dogwood whites.
Redbuds ready, yes!
Day lily nubs huddled, yes!
Irises leading the charge, yes!
Wood heat romance waning, why yes.
Chickens and roosters squallin’,
Old news. The sky’s not fallin’!
It’s the season of puddle jumping,
And puddle diving!
(I’m not jiving!)
Clearing away the winter’s careen,
All those little sprigs of struggling green.
What’s that, honey? Your brow a furrow.
You just heard
It’s doing what in Greensboro?
