XXXVIII
Spring has come to the larder
The potatoes are starting to sprout
And every fat little garlic clove
Has a slim green shoot coming out.
Spring has come to the countryside
It's pink and white blossom time
And every breath of spring-fresh air
Is a sip of sparkling white wine.
Spring has come to the garden
The slugs are beginning to stir
And all over my cabbage plants
Holes now start to appear.
Spring has come to housework
As the light grows stronger
Dust and cobwebs show up more
And I can ignore them no longer.
March 1981
