Garden
Dreams
Frost has covered the ground this morning.
Clear blue
sky shines along with the sun that melts the frost.
The air is
cool and crisp.
I breathe in the fresh air.
The sun
promises to warm the air and warm the blooms that won’t give up.
The garden
waits to be cleaned and the fall garlic waits to be planted in the cool ground.
Sunflowers
give their last nod to the sun before bowing to the ground.
Larkspur, nicotine’s and malva scatter their seeds
recklessly to the ground to color your garden where they please.
Soon the
ground will be frozen and a season passed on.
A frothing
of white will blanket us and make us dream of posies that once were.
The seed catalogues will keep us warm and we will make such
grand plans.
Ripe red
tomato pictures and plump cucumbers will entice you to pick them and of course
the latest fashioned petunia that spills out in colourful ruffled little skirts
whispers-pick me.
Until then, we will dream along with the cat of warm days
and green grass along with the reckless abandonment of the garden that now
sleeps under a cozy white blanket.
TIP JAR:
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