[Knitting A Conundrum]

Fair then, this day,
Springtime's warm kiss has awakened
the first stirrings of summer,
the cold has had its goodnight busk and off to bed,
and the flowers hearken of sweet cherries to come.

Fair then, this season,
and what will I do next?
Weed my garden!

[Soaring Feather]

Nice poem Knitting.


It's good to spend time in the garden
after long months of grey skies and cold
gathering last years old remnants
making way for new beauty bright and bold
Spring's aroma filling the air
sneezing and coughing from pollens out there.