My yard lives a sheltered life,
shielded from the wind
Convenient
on those cool and blustery
days in early spring.

My yard lives a sheltered life,
shaded from the heat.
Pleasant
on those summer days
when pavement burns your feet.

My yard lives a sheltered life
guarded by the trees.
Lovely
in the autumn, shuffling
through the piles of leaves.

My yard lives a sheltered life
gathering up the snow.
Perversely
storing winter’s drifts;
reluctant to let go.