Winter Garden


I went through the garden

in the wintertime

flowers deep beneath the snow

were weaving the colors

that would signal

the arrival of spring



standing tall in frozen splendor

icy branches shimmering

in the hazy winter sun

waiting patiently

for their first buds


So silent and quiet

the garden waits with bated breath

for the first bird choruses

once the snow

has melted away


I leave behind

snowy footprints

as a sign that I care

that this garden

fascinates me

even in the wintertime


About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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