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).