I sit in bed with the curtains open.
Looking out the French doors I see
the morning sun on the French doors
to the living room.
A gentle March sun.
Hopeful and optimistic, unlike
the menacing sun of summer.
It promises that my new cilantro
and parsley will thrive.
The basil will shoot up,
the thyme and mint will spread.
Tomatoes and red bells – and
just in time for summer salsa –
the seranos I planted for you.