The rain comes down from a sky of grey
With tools in hand I step out to the day
From out of store plants and bulbs I bring
Longing for sunshine I think of spring
With Hand and trowel I turn the muddy soil
Mindful of the future from this season's toil
In autumn gusts the leaves are cast
Memories fade of summer since passed
The winter wind will begin soon to blow
And the garden hid neath a blanket of snow
As the chill season ages the winter winds mellow
Ere crocus buds blossom in purple and yellow
Lengthening days bring the daffodil flowers
The garden responds to gentle spring showers
Soon summer returns in her effulgent glory
And colour and warmth proclaim natures story.
