Winter's Anticipation
So still are your bare branches
That once was an emerald canopy
Now a woven nest rests empty
With tussles of a straw and strings
Victim to the wind, it sings
Lifeless
While you waver dormant and cold
Clay and metal pots turned over so bold
The afternoon shadows them, abandon of life
Rattling with strife
While they wait for blankets of snow and sleet
To cover them so discreet
The gardens delight no longer
Rotten tomatoes and such smell stronger
Sepia soil mixed with flimsy leaves
Destine to fly into the arms of winters thieves
And the days grow shorter
Another season another quarter
Rest warm in your domain
While life slows down deep in your brain
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