Photo: Wendy Knight
March 2012: a poem
daffodils, the world's first waking yawn
yellow-green leaves, pastel blooms
creep from the grey
like a stretch of the arms
then wide awake
surging with life
color deep and bold and strong
bursts into flame
building the fire to warm us up good
before we slide back
into the white and grey bed of winter
again
I love to watch
as the earth changes its picture
for me
rhubarb emerges
for a moment
an alien brain pushing through the soil
then unfurls
moss, waiting in darkness
suddenly turns on
the green after the rain
chicken feet
draw lines in the grass
with well-worn paths
slower
the growth of trees
destined next year to be taller
until we are surprised at the twigs they used to be
and I
paint on my corner
of this ever-evolving canvas
with plantings of joy and hope
Wendy Knight lives with her husband and kids on The Funny Farm in Lewisburg, Tennessee, where she dabbles in gardening, farming, and other kinds of art. She blogs erratically about life at wjk ink.
