Cleaning the Yard on Palm Sunday

Lenten time is altogether spare

Long ago the pre-spring cupboard bare

Fasting till the greens popped up

And the chickens started laying

In the garden now I dig out winter’s must

Last year’s dead dissolved to naught but dust

Fat worms dark earth heedless sup

While robins trill a joyfully praising

I cast my eyes o’re wasted winter spent

Further back, through time that I’ve been lent

Spring sun warms my dissolute dust

Sublimates a soul exposed and bare