Gardener at Heart - Book Two

The Surprise


All evening it was raining pretty hard.

Outside, the dancing water soaked the porch,

The primrose pots and tubs of tulip buds.

The Frisbee upside down beside the path

Had turned into a little dolly pool.

The dirt was gleaming mud, all squish and squelch,

And everything was wet and cold and dark,

And every tree trunk, every blade of grass,

Was touched with rainbow colors on one side,

Reflections of the Christmas strings left up

To cheer late-winter evenings till spring comes,

And every raindrop was a spear of light.

Inside, the lamps glowed yellow by the fire,

The food was good and hot, and yes, it’s true,

It’s been too dry, the land sure needs the rain.

And so put down our books, and so to bed.

Outside, the drums and dancing carried on

Long after everyone was fast asleep,

Till sometime in the middle of the night

The rain tribe finished their emphatic dance

And put away their drums, and changed their clothes

To robes of soft white fur, and turned to snow.

And quietly they danced around the yard

With fans of soft white feathers in their hands,

And every dark thing slowly turned to white,

While in the house the sleepers softly slept.

By morning it was three-four inches deep.

“Oh, look! It snowed! I never thought it would!”

Up quick, and hurry into boots and coats!

Outside, the snow was full of polished flakes

That sparkled in the sun between the trees

And fluffed up in the air when snow was kicked,

And soon the yard was full of happy tracks

That squeaked when they were made, and stuck to boots,

And looked like snow-white buckskin. On the porch,

The primrose faces and the tulip heads

Were glowing under fluffy snow-white wigs,

Rich pink, bright yellow, purple, cherry red,

Their leaves a vibrant green, all topped with snow.

By lunch, the snow had soaked into the dirt

And reached the roots of all the sleeping plants.

It won’t be long now till the big spring dance.


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