Garden Poems

Springtime

Oh, spring came to my garden 

And caught it unaware

Wearing just a few old leaves

And a dejected air.

But when spring left my garden,

Its work so deftly done,

Many, many Daffodils

Were dancing in the sun.

The Gardener’s Morning

The robin’s song at daybreak

Is a clarion call to me.

Get up and get out in the garden,

For the morning hours flee.

I cannot resist the summons,

What earnest gardener could?

For the golden hours of morning

Get into the gardener’s blood.

The magic spell is upon me,

I’m glad that I did not wait;

For life’s at its best in the morning,

As you pass through the garden gate.