Across a garden wall of hollyhocks,
a lilac bush has now begun to bloom.
A woodpecker nearby so loudly knocks.
Fragrance of the Spring begins to fill the room.
And here so quietly from in the soil,
new life begins to sprout in shades of green.
So patiently it breathes within the toil
in earthly tones beneath this wondrous scene.
A little house once lived in now is gone
for time has worked its elemental way.
The chimney stones lie on the grassless lawn
like smoldering bones returning to the clay.
But beauty that she planted still flames here,
a monument that earth rebuilds each year.
