Children drag home through dusk,
week-old snow brown in hedgerows,
a full moon slices the wood.
Somewhere spring is gathering its green,
star gives place to climbing star
(they too have grown older).
I shall not be careless this year:
I shall not forget to see the wild garlic blossom
-as I did last May, and the May before.
The bottom of the garden looks and smells beautiful at the moment!