Improv “Ash” Bruce Bond

Its odd white weight crushed any life from before,
and cut off the hope of spring. That is, until the warmth returns
and the weight is removed, replaced with the heat of the sun
or blade of the cutter, pressing its own environmental power
upon what came earlier. The flowers Judy planted in July were dead
by August, and the mulch lost color by November,
frosting in October cut off circulation and even squirrels
had dissipated by September. Come February, God willing,
we will be free to plant new lives and new gardens
in hopes to do this all again come fall.