Get Seeds

the petunias and lilies

At the top of my 'to do' list
it says 'get seeds'
and I suddenly miss 
my little garden, its slanted
patch of green and the azaleas
that explode every year
about this time, the petunias
and lilies, the neighbourhood
children just past its pickets
and our two dogs pressing
their noses through the slats
hoping for treats. I wonder
how many springs 
before this missing gets exchanged
for a new story, but mostly
I'm afraid there won't be another.
That each year in April
I'll miss again the same pots
of geraniums and marigolds
the hummingbirds at the feeder
the wildflowers my grandson planted
along the garden's rocky edge.
In my new home, surrounded by sidewalk,
I sit at the window and try to imagine
an April without that missing.
'Get seeds' on the grocery list
begs me to start again.