The month looks pretty much all about snow. With over two feet of it already on the ground, there’s not much to do garden-wise. I’m going to use this down time to paint, write and catch up on reading and paperwork. The garden is never far from my thoughts however.
In the spirit of the season, I’m sharing some of my poems and art. I hope it’ll give you reason to pause, breathe and live in the moment, in the season.
The shortest month grows the longest
list of plants yet to be planted
The perfect garden patiently awaits.
Angel feather snow floats softly
Settles on earth deep in slumber
Squirrel decides to sleep in.
Under The Pile Of Snow
Under the pile of quilted snow
the snowdrops are stirring
Restless green ready
to meet the golden light
of a newly hatched world.
part leaden skies
Frost and fire
earth shifts and sighs..
at Spring’s gate.
melts in drips
send hearts aflutter
Weather and emotions
soar and splutter.
Note: The Great Backyard Bird Count is this weekend! Don’t miss out! Get participation details.
(c) 2021 Shobha Vanchiswar