With winter snow piled up outside,
And winter chores confronting me
I take a break, for my head does ache
And my heart is full of melancholy.

I take a break, and browse seed catalogs;
Page after page of lovely color–
Purple eggplant and rutabaga,
Carrots orange and lettuce of tender green.

Lawn furniture invites an afternoon
Of resting from early morning labor
With a bowl of tasty produce
For teeth and tongue to slowly savor.

Reality is my old desk chair,
A hearty soup of good black beans;
My head aches from stale indoor air
My eyes are tired of winter scenes.

My fingers type and type and type
But I rest hands, and head and heart
Feasting dreams upon tomorrows greens
And flower beds of summer art.