the new runner bean canes are up
a tilting naked guard of honour
saluting themselves unceremoniously
across the empty raised bed
the allotment looks season ready,
tomato wires too have been tightened
and whistle a little in the breeze
but the plants are a fortnight behind,
robins, wrens and tits explore
these new vantage points
now the soil nets are off,
it’s time to face east
hold the pale Muscadet libation aloft and toast
new growth, new crops, new hopes
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© Graham Sherwood 05/2021