Breeze in the garden motivates 

retreat to the greenhouse. Take that seat

with your back to the west glass -

feel the sun’s heat fill your back. 

Feet up, that’s right! Now, read.

First spider, sable speed walker

on ivory window slats, furtive and reverseful.  

Second spider, sartorial in cream and stripes, 

glares at the gardener, resumes perambulation.

April snow -

the garden’s carpeted with 

sugared violets.

Pour yellow beaten eggs 

and straight-from-the-garden chives

into hot black cast iron glistening

with fragrant olive oil.