April in the Garden

today the soil is cold

my hands soak in the dirt and the chill

peas must be planted

their roots the lovers of the frigid ground

transplanted before they become tangled

or bound in their pots

my bare hands grow stiff and weak

today I will work with stone

wear gloves and carry each one

to its place at the edge of the garden


Most of the time when I am gardening I don’t wear gloves.  

I like to feel the earth, break the clods, pluck the weeds,

plant the seeds.

April in the Garden