Under the Layers of Age
A gift of early spring
with earth warm enough
to tease peony and iris
from their winter slumber
Robins listen for earthworms
in my newly dug garden
and the hummingbird who lords over his domain
from the tallest branch
gathers lichen
to line his nest and woo a mate
I'm covered with dirt
in jeans worn thin
(in all the wrong places)
and a shirt that says 'Dig It'
My knuckles are gnarled
and my knees click
but under the layers of age
I feel young and beautiful
So I lift my arms
and dance through the garden
Art and Words by @BeverlyAshGilbert