Winter Garden Afternoon
Soon after winter has begun,
when Earth is closest to the sun,
short days lengthen one by one.
Then, through my window’s frosted glaze,
life in God’s garden holds my gaze --
blooms of colors burst ablaze!
Jasmine yellows, hellebore pinks,
beautyberry purple-pale inks,
Blue Jay in the bird bath drinks.
Woodpeckers at the suet feed,
a hungry fawn hopes for some seed,
wishing winter would recede.
January 20, 2021
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