In The Springtime Poem by William L Roberts

Into my garden,
In the Springtime, the pretty song time,
My darling comes to me,
'Can I have the car keys and some money?
My friends'n I're off to the movies.'
I listen a moment to a Phoebe sing,
In the Springtime, the pretty rhyme time,
'And your AP Calc test tomorrow? '
'I'm so on it.'
Which means and doesn't mean a thing.

In my garden,
In the Springtime, the pretty rhyme time,
Birds sing in the trees.
The beans're so hopeful and green,
There're white flowers on the peas,
It's hard to imagine
Summer drought and weeds.
Best, the only bugs now, mosquitoes,
Have no taste for leaves.
I give her the cash and the keys.

In my garden,
In the Winter time, the merry December time,
My cell rings out for me,
'I've spent too much on books and things,
More money in my account, please.'
A frozen rot of tomato vines
Lies tangled in the breeze.
I don't ask about classes and school,
Not being such a complete fool,
I've heard 'Oh fine' too many times.

In my garden,
In the Winter time, the merry December time,
I whisper into my phone
(The connection now safely broken) ,
'I've known the joys of creation -
The times when code flowed like fire
When enthusiasm filled the air,
When the product seemed fresh
And oh so sure to catch on;
And I remember that hospital morning
When I first saw your face,
Red and wizened and strange,
I felt and feel such fear
That nothing can ever ease or erase.'

In my garden,
In the Winter time, the merry December time,
All my loves are leaving,
All my joys're second hand,
And all my Springs imagined.
I get back to raking leaves.