anything’s possible, the month I bore my second daughter
days before her birth I squatted in the garden to plant basil
and hoped the child would be inspired to arrive
two mountain laurels planted to mark her birth
today their height marks her time here, tall and full
some Aprils outdoor gatherings required sweaters
and I was grateful for a porch to provide protection
for those of us who gathered to celebrate another year
today I padded around the yard bare feet and in shorts
though mornings still require a fleece top
tomorrow’s forecast 98 – crazy!
a string of days 