Spring in the Weathered Garden

Spring in this Weathered Garden

The mulch is bleached, but the plants -
the plants are tie-dyed.
Green and yellow sunshine faces hover
over the ashen hue of weathered woodchips.

Even weeds -mostly weeds really-
thrive on the remains of an autumn that,
turned to something else,
no longer lives in color.

They, like me, refuse to sleep
in the presence of memory,
with riches sucked away by
the coming and going of the sun.