My Sleeping Garden
Winter is saying its last goodby to my lonely garden
as nature turns the page to another chapter as
it has done though-out the ages.
The earth now free from the grip of Old Man Winter,
I welcome the songs of arriving birds. I can see
my garden shaking itself awake and showing me the
swollen colored buds of fruit trees.
Green tiny leaves are peeking out of my perennials
searching for the warmth that Mother Earth will soon
provide. The earth is offering nutrients to all its new
born siblings proving again that death is not the end.
Gentle winds will once again caress the buds of bushes,
and the scent of blossoms will again welcome the
insects and bees; to taste their life given nectar.
I am my garden protector, and as I inspect my domain
with my cat, my hands and pants covered in mud,
I see weeds peeking out; ready to keep my plants and
flowers company.
I see a robin hopping on the dead grass and I whisper
a small prayer. Picking up my cat, I walk to my porch
and sit on the swing.
Oh, I never thought I could live long enough to see
another Spring. Drinking cold coffee, my cat by my
side, I plan my garden duties for Spring.
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke --Gardens Poetry
Contest. February 19 2019
Copyright © Lunita Blanca | Year Posted 2019
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