Sequoia Strawberries in the flower bed mulch
Lined up like bare root roses
Patted safe in the warm soil
Watered and blessed; a hopeful refrain.
Spring lasts a few days before summer rays
Bear down on the garden beds
Warming the soil to dry dust
A delicate balance to keep them moist.
The morning frost reminds spring follows winter
Breezes blow as March enters like a lion
Or they sneak in like a lamb.
Either way, the garden struggles to bloom.
A small leaf springs up from the bare root tip
As the little roses establish themselves
Becoming accustomed to their new home.
The berries spread out to take space.
Small droplets in the morning light
On large leaves of green vermillion
Summer sun gobbles up the water
As ladybugs jump through the delicate flowers.
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