I had hoped to produce a little story before Christmas, but any creative thoughts I may have had disappeared amid the wrapping paper and turkey. But a little stroll round the garden today prompted this -
Winter Wonders
In the drab days of winter when your garden looks dead,
Peer closely my friend and find life there instead.
The weather may storm with ice, fog and snow,
But ’tis Nature’s own norm with her secrets on show.
Lying deep in the leaves of Autumn just gone
Are tiny green shoots pushing up, on and on.
Brave little messengers say “life here abounds”
Verdant green leaves, both spikey and round.
Snowdrops and crocus, aconites and starflowers
Despite our mean weather, they’re fragile with power.
Life’s little irony plays a trick on my mind
Where are the labels - the ones I can’t find.
I carefully wrote names, both Common and Latin
With dates they were planted and how many put in.
The bulbs are amazing, little treasures of life,
But the labels have gone, no doubt they’re on strike!
Winter Wonders
In the drab days of winter when your garden looks dead,
Peer closely my friend and find life there instead.
The weather may storm with ice, fog and snow,
But ’tis Nature’s own norm with her secrets on show.
Lying deep in the leaves of Autumn just gone
Are tiny green shoots pushing up, on and on.
Brave little messengers say “life here abounds”
Verdant green leaves, both spikey and round.
Snowdrops and crocus, aconites and starflowers
Despite our mean weather, they’re fragile with power.
Life’s little irony plays a trick on my mind
Where are the labels - the ones I can’t find.
I carefully wrote names, both Common and Latin
With dates they were planted and how many put in.
The bulbs are amazing, little treasures of life,
But the labels have gone, no doubt they’re on strike!
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