Garden in Winter

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The garden’s a mess in Winter:

potato barrels balance akimbo
by compost bins that, not bashful,
open themselves to the dogs

Skeletons of mint-that-was
and will be again
reach, gasping, through the snow

Oddly shaped pond bottoms
rest against each other
dream of the day we take the time

Fencing, tomato cage and dog wall,
stands useless against Winter winds
blowing snow and icy blasts

But in this mess there is Life in all seasons:

Chipmunks hide under those barrels,
Green forces breath Spring in the mint,
Loose water lurks in the minds of ponds,
Cages and fences protect the very idea of Summer.

It will all come again,
growing out of the mess,
whether we act as midwives
or only watch the fresh birth.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
This entry was posted in birth, Free verse, Gardening, Gardening, Usually Organic, Patience, Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Garden in Winter

  1. pixieannie says:

    This flows so incredibly well. What fantastic imagery,

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