Trashy Neighborhood

For days, cold wind has blown from the channel,
but it has calmed to milder breeze today.
I feel a soft spring breath upon my cheek
and hope the gentleness is here to stay.

Strong gales stripped the apple tree of blossoms.
She's now content to show her advanced age.
She steps aside in modest resignation
to let the sweet lilac take center stage.

Rhododendrons and azaelas are contenders
for Lilac's glory when she starts to fade.
My garden beauties all demand attention;
the sun lovers and those who thrive in shade.

While I was trapped indoors the weeds kept growing;
taking my garden as their own domain.
Nature is a strong and stern taskmaster,
just waiting for a chance to grab the rein.

So Mistress Dandelion, I give you warning;
I'm coming with my spade and rake and hoe.
You are invading space reserved for others;
so pack your bags it's time for you to go.

Tell your friends I have eviction orders;
the elegant Miss Rose will be here soon.
She'd be offended by the likes of you
at her big welcome party come this June.

Joyce 4/20/04