we stacked in the hot
afternoon, all wood stores
filled, then he mended
my tools as I dug
out whole plants invaded
by grass, re-
planted the root pieces,
I need to wait and see …

Spring was in my hands
as all the small
bulbs came up too

they wait quietly
for the earth - 
a task for another
day before the cold arrives

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