A labor of love

This garden of mine

Will dark rain pound the earth?

Or will the sun shine?

I stand and survey

Ground still yet unturned

As the back of my neck

Begins to redden and burn

Clay mud on my boots

Makes me a seed in the soil

Pulling me down

A plan I must foil

Black under my nails

And dust in my teeth

Begging the earth

For gifts held just beneath

The scent of crushed mint

Now hangs thick in the air

Every weed stain was worth it

As I lounge in my chair