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.