Knees

Beauty white moon in peach cloud
the whites float by behind
the hill:  stately galleons
as the cold comes down

day of rain and mild at
10 degrees found me out
in my garden on my knees -
a taste in the mouth of
spring and summer's echo

as I heard the wind pushing
the tall trees and birds
crackling through hedges -
I weeded where all the
bulbs were pointing through

the soil.  All my long toil
over all the long years
as my heart races in
anticipation of warm
winds and sun, summer
days of freedom
and the taste of open air.

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