May Poem

May Puts Me In A Mind

May puts me in a mind
that it is time again
to plant my seed –
asters and columbine,
phlox and Shasta daisies
mixed in with
black-eyed Susans
from last year’s wild flowers
dead headed in October –
all of them cultivated
from crops harvested
in years before.
Truth be told
it takes me longer now
on hands and knees
to do those things
I used to in my prime
in half the time.
Over the years
my old garden
has grown smaller
from necessity, but still
I will spill my seed there
in some of the same old furrows,
and perhaps a few new ones –
one or two, God and
Mother Nature willing –
because the satisfaction
even in my dotage
has remained much the same
as in my youth.

© 2008 J. E. Scalia from Poetry In Alphabetical Order