Rusted Trowel

Unusually timely for me. Usually these things need a month or so to settle out. 
I wish I could post every of my poems in their right season.


Rusted Trowel

Revealed by the melting snows,
I found a rusted trowel today,
Just remained where it had lain, it seems,
Hibernating winter’s cold away

I used it with my snow blower,
When slush and ice clogged up the chute,
I left it by the mail box post,
Of how it moved, it’s lips are mute

Red as a hawk, or an old woodchuck,
It’s grown a rust patina since,
Molting the yearling’s chrome plating
That shined so bright it made me wince

It’s Spring return is timely though,
Despite these dormant months in snow,
Soon garden seeds we’ll plant enough,
And how much weeding, who can know?

Yet February’s chill still sings,
Too early to plant green things,
At night the coupling owls hoot,
  so for now,
It scrapes the mud off of my boot