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
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