Springtime At The Nursery Poem by Bill Galvin

The good work begins.

The company crew has multiplied this past week,
Called in from winter layover…
Stretching their underworked backs and muscles…
You can almost hear the songs in their hearts.

Looking through the café window to the yard of this place,
The bustle begins as nurserymen move the stock out into the sun
With wheelbarrow, two wheelers and bobcat forklifts;
The trailers full of evergreens, boxwoods, rhodies, and such,
Arriving from warm greenhouses and more temperate climes,
Lining up, backing in, waiting their turn
To fill this yard with color, bloom, and life.

This week the unloading, next week the rearranging

It is now Spring,
A far cry from the snow-covered platforms, shelves, and stands
Meant for these plants that will soon pretty up yards for miles around.

A lone redbud tree is unloaded…
Way back there against the dark piney backdrop,
Demurely showing with all her best flowering form
Why she will be appreciated somewhere soon.