COME SPRING

 Author's note: April being  National Poetry Month, this poem was one of several selected for posting on the sweet spot, April 30, on yourdailypoem.com.

COME SPRING

by Edward Hujsak

If, my father muttered,
I am still among the living,
Come Spring,
We'll plow the far corner,
Where the power lines run,
And plant barley.
I nodded, knowing
the job would be mine,
a bit reluctantly,
Because robins fed there
And nested nearby.