In Spring
By Rose King
I'm out with the wheelbarrow mixing mulch.
A mockingbird trills in the pine.
Then, from higher, a buzz, and through patches of blue
as the fog burns off, a small plane pulls a banner,
red letters I can't read—
but I do see, over the fence,
a man in a sky-blue shirt walking his dog to the beach.
He says he missed it, will keep an eye out.
Four barrows of mulch around the blueberry bushes,
I'm pulling off gloves, and he's back, beaming.
"It says, I LOVE YOU, MARTHA.
Are you Martha?"
Copyright Credit: Poem copyright 2017 by Rosie King from Time and Peonies, (Hummingbird Press, 2017). Poem reprinted by permission of Rosie King and the publisher.
Source: 2018