Winter passed.
I rake the leaves that matted under snow.
The excavation of layers moves.
I am scratching at the ground
In a rhythm.
     Fluffing -
          Flinging-
               Moving-
Yellow tender shoots of grass appear
Taking their first breaths, unhidden.
I am taking away this heavy blanket.
It’s time to shed the winter darkness.
Fragile new growth is coming.
What will I uncover?
Encouraged by the discoveries,
My rake moves with swift precision;
A race against time
Before the sun sets.
Pausing for a breath, 
I see time is shortening by the minute.
Must get these to the curb before dark. 


By
Diane E. Dockum
© April 22, 2026