Backyard

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Out in the backyard
The look has changed
From gray to tropics-
From dead grass
To floral everything-
Plants that produce fruit.
My demeanor sat dying
For what seems decades-
Was but a season
And now this place full of life
Fuels me with satisfaction.
It was dead not a week ago-
Screaming for water,
Longing for the green
Of last Spring.
Promise led to purpose
And these hands won’t stop
Until the job is done-
Create the central Texas rainforest.