into another spring

they are old,
not
too old though to have
lost
their voice,
or muscle.
I see them spar
in the grass outside.
pruning.
raking, taking care
of weeds.
on hands
and knees. their
brows
furled with years.
they are the trees,
the grass,
the leaves.
they bring it all
around
again,
one more year into
another spring.