Voices on the Wind
Voices in the Garden
by Cappy Love Hanson
In the middle of the night, a taskmaster
spring bumps its heavy crates and furniture
into the vacant house next door. It wakens
frowzy-headed gardeners again at dawn
with its boom-box reveille wind. Boisterous
sunshine unsnuggles us from down-comforted
beds beside the hearth, heaves us out
of cold-weather luxury to force us, stiff
as winter branches, into dungarees
and floppy hats, into leather gloves and boots
that must be limbered before we tug them on.
We stumble outside, shoulder rakes and shovels.
Snow has opened like a door and turns out
bent perennials and matted grasses
clamoring for mulch and mowing.