I abandon my children to the cold spring rain: Tomato seedlings in peeling peat pots Greenhouse-grown marigolds in muck-splashed rows Poor pitiful peppers paling along the perimeter
I abandon my children to the cold spring rain: Sunflower seeds in a desolation of mud Five different varieties, the packet said Floating among the zinnias and peonies
The sun will come again to warm each chilly grain But for now I abandon my children to the cold spring rain