Seedlings under lights.
Seeds saved from the best plants.
For soil to dry,
For the season’s final frost.
Until the soil can be worked,
The rich, humousy smell.
For peas, spinach, and lettuce,
Then sweet and spicy peppers,
Beefsteak tomatoes for sandwiches,
And Romas for sauce,
Eggplant and zucchini coming out your ears.
For the color of annuals.
Morning glories climbing strings,
Petunias, marigolds, salvia, and zinnias.
All the colors of the rainbow,
The pungent smell of fresh mulch.
For the hopes of spring planting
To become the fruit of summer.
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