Signs of spring pop up all over the place. Mary has been itching to get out for some time and yesterday she hit it big time. Yard and garden stores advertise just the things we need and all we need is a few more days of sun and warm temperatures and things will turn green. I remember that turnover on the farm from winter to spring, and especially relished the time when I took off the heavy overshoes to walk around the yard and how light my feet felt. Calves and lambs were being born and machinery was being readied for the field. Here's a poem I wrote when I thought back on those days.
Seeds
The wheeling seasons turned spring
commencing with the sprouting
of the seeds. Dad would wrap oat
grains in a damp cloth and say,
"This is how to test percent
of germination," as he
set them in a south window.
Days later the March sun teased
pale tendrils from those inspired
kernels that proved their virtue.
It is easy to forget
such a humble act when we
sow our seeds of thought. They, too,
can be set in south windows.
