Springtime

Who will sow a life complete

Deep burrowing into the ground?

Who will wait for 

The Crashing Rains

To pound 

And then unpound?

Who will tend the seedlings 

Once their cheery heads 

Spring up

Once their smiling buds

Dance in glee 

In springtime's first sun up?

Who will patiently dream through winter

And hope and think and plan

Turning heart to frozen ground 

Lying there 

Vibrating there

In its itching to be dug, and tilled, and lanced?

Who will caretake and husband

The breathing, gritty, grainy clay

Smiling
Sighing 

In its breasting 

Of leftover bulbs

From last year's winter's day?