Spring Fever
I know where the ivy climbs
while lords and ladies
drop in from the fields
and rambling brambles
with nettles entangle.
I notice the goosegrass
clambering through
the Japanese Quince
and see the forget-me-nots
competing with peony shoots.
And I smile wearily
at the dandelions
(with their long tap roots)
as they grin at me knowingly
from their position of strength.
But from where I sit
with the scent of the Daphne drifting
over me I see tulips and cherry blossom
lit up in the Spring sunshine.
I pull on the gardening gloves.
This year I will win.
It has only just begun.
This year a little at a time
the battle between nature
and nurture will be mine.
PS this is not new, only lightly pruned, so it may not qualify for OZ poetry competition
https://charioteers.org/2011/03/17/seventh-poetry-competition/
Cheers, Pseu. I shall look forward to reading it carefully after entries close. 🙂
OZ
Well, I hope it does qualify. I enjoyed it, Nym.
I have the very same battles with nature. 🙂
Nice pome. 🙂