The Garden Passed

For asleep beneath this pack Of heavy of snow Lays a garden I once did sow Once alive and full of wonder Fallen below is now asunder Green leaf shots of tomato plants A path aside it made by matching ants My ever-growing lavender plant To smell the blossoms makes me pant The pots the herbs grew in, I rescued them into the house Every so often I give them a little douse The corn stalks I gathered up for show Are laying against the tree, with no where to go The yard that once was filled with life Has turned cold and lonely and filled with ice The trees above cry out at night With winds upon them, snaring with fright My compost pile is completely covered It’s going to take months till that’s uncovered Even the sun doesn’t rest here to long The happy blue birds, no longer sings its songs It’s a sad time when the gardens asleep I guess I’ll wait for spring when new bulbs shall creep