In the space between the winter
And the spring, daffodils bright in bloom
The shrubs incipiently green
Just at the very tips
So that you need a close examination
To say with certainty
Yes, there’s a bud
And yet the garden still
Is a domain of dirt
Waiting, ready, girt for growth
For green for summer bounty
But also for returning cold
One more arctic blast
To freeze impatience
The gardener takes to organizing
Rakes or stakes or pots
On any sunny day
Just so they can say
I’m gardening today

NaPoWriMo Day 4 prompt: liminal

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