wanting to be bluer

the house, too large now
with him gone,
the children grown,
the pets
as old and tired
as she is,
she goes out to the yard
on bended knee
for one
last round of planting,
digging
weeds, filling the basin
of a bird
bath.
how quickly this spring
comes, before
the sign hangs on the post,
the shadows of grey
snow still near.
a blue sky wanting to be
bluer.