One Garden Day

Worn gloves we donned, took to our knees Black soil we turned, for bright pansies; As tulips spied, rich loam we tilled, Then spread thick mulch—a robin shrilled. The sun beat down, not cloud-deterred While, from the south, warm zephyrs stirred … Then pause, I took, to watch my wife, Her face carefree, unmarred by strife, And, from a squat, she glanced my way, Our eyes engaged, a moment’s play, At last I winked, my love to share, That garden day in fresh spring air.