April prompt #32
THE GARDEN IN WINTER
I know what is going on below the surface:
white violets make seeds underground. No
matter what I do, come spring, they will emerge.
Dandelions send down roots in every crack.
Nettles knot their webs beneath the mulch, creeping
Jenny creeps around the stones. Gray dogwood
ducks under the fence. Temper, temper! I
have seen so many springs. Weeds know how to
live better than anything I desire.
Is it possible that anything will change?