New Voices

Warm days and rain leave me knee deep

in green, pleasing

to bugs, bunnies,

and butterflies,

but not to my neighbors driving

by and not to

me. Around here

the rites of Spring

begin with the steady drone of

mowing, adding

  new voices to

an ancient  song.

                                                         JDG

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