Planting time February to April;
I bury them deeply in potting compost,
add bridal daffodils ready to unsheathe
their wedding gowns, and neat clumps of something
dainty and green with tiny white blossom;
something to look at now, while I wait, but
don’t wait. Immersing myself in this now,
this foretaste of springtime, birdsong and
daylight; not looking beyond the season
of lively and energetic hope; warmth
in the deeply comforting outdoor days
that promise, that swear, that this time it’s for real.