Vines crawl the barn walls Growing up and someday over Inside trees sprout Through the dirt floor Metal rusts Wood cracks and grays Bees and wood ants riddle beams The prairie reclaims its spaces  Chimney from the past.

Sunlit blooms—Green spring song!Like dozens of snow-white butterfliesBlossoms burst Wild on the unsuspecting day,Smelling like honeysuckle, Lilacs and brook water, withSouthern breezesAnd superlative sunshine.

Spring comes insideTo the windowsillIn installmentsPinks and purples,Whites and yellowsReds and orangesBright blooms.Eager children come Bringing theseClasped in sweet fistsBehind their backs.