You creep among the flowers and wait for me each year.

I pull on my gloves, so that my skin will not be bare.

Three leaves, but in the spring you are still green.

Hidden among the vines I pull out the innocent weeds.

Careful as I am, within a week the telltale bumps appear.

You are the foe of all who hold gardening so dear!

Theresa Dodaro is the Author of The Tin Box Trilogy (http://www.theresadodaro.com).