Spring garden a few years ago. Beets and onions.
Those Eternally Linked Lives 11 May 7, 2017
Slapped down by a Cold Front, Spring
resurges; yellow green of new leaves;
purple-veined beet greens, lettuce leaves
crowded close. I pick my salad. The figs
undeterred. A few dead branches from
recent years’ hard freezes don’t discourage
them. Forsythia is resurrected; the
hydrangea’s third crop of leaves is
still alive. I’ve made room for the
new iris bulbs. Bird song is early
because they’re nesting, feeding young.
No time for love tunes. A freshening
wind as the sun pulls the earth back
to warmer soil, more blooms, and
swelling pea ponds. All is steady,
safe, worries laid to rest. The dog
and I slept well. The sleep budget is
balanced. Evil men are doing harm,
but we will stop them, one at a time.
When you have justice on your side,
sooner or later you win, and if need
be, you win again and again.