winter garden
gnarled branches stripped of leaves
aged fingers grasping at the sky
southerly wind cutting through the grass
winter’s chilling breath
new turned soil beneath the sheltering trees
sodden blankets heaped on dormant seeds
harsh call of the circling raven
echoing through the cold bright sky
green shoots of hyacinths and blue bells
outriders of spring’s invasion
winter grave
gnarled branches stripped of leaves
rigid fingers frozen in a final grasp at life
southerly wind cutting through the grass
a sharp blade drawn across living skin.
new turned soil beneath the sheltering trees
heavy blankets tossed on a blood soaked bed
harsh call of the circling raven
desolation’s mourning cry
green shoots of hyacinths and bluebells
waking breath of unquenched life
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I live in the southern hemisphere where, in winter, southerly winds blow straight up from Antarctica – very chilly!
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