I love Spring;
When all the trees
Practice re-clothing!

Is a tree still thirsty when there's dew on the ground or is that the blessing of mother nature's kiss?

When is the dead of winter;
Is there an exact time?
All winter feels deadly cold to me —

winter produces
dead leaves,
that when raked
breathes
life in the soil
that creates trees
in months to come,
air in my lungs now; reprieve.

Cool autumn day,
Sunny and fresh,
Brimming with possibility.
Seedlings bought,
To be planted and sought,
And plant pellets to feed
the garden, come what may.
Shades of orange peppers on the lawn
Leaves lay scattered, tired and strewn.
To rake or not,
Begs an opportunity.