From behind her veil of dandelion

And daffodil, she wiped sleep from his eyes,

Lulled him from a Winter’s hibernation.

 

There were new seeds to be sown, grassy lawns

To be mown, clutter untangled from sheds

And outhouses, his list trailed across

 

Well thumbed pages. He took another sip

Of tea. Hadn’t he read somewhere, sometimes

It was better to let nature take her course.