JANUARY'S SAD GARDEN
Wrapped up close and warm
In our Winter garden:
Now the ice has thawed
we can see the green leaves,
Watch birds back bathing,
And bright Red berry bushes
With unsynchronised buds.
It is too soon to say
Winter has packed its bags
but the signs are good.
We can dream of the coming Spring
with keen anticipation.
The sad thing, as we move on,
Are companions no longer here
Beside us on our journey.
Their bodies failed the test
Of surviviving ice and snow.
But at least they now know
The answer to Life's mystery.
We who plod further on
Befuddled in our thinking,
Denied a future clarity,
Watch the tiny hungered birds
Peck and pick the seed,
Their daily bread we give,
And wonder at the mastery
Of creation on this planet -
And in our Winter garden.
We can abhore the greed
And bullying we see
In the wider world.
When the roses bloom again
what will have befallen
Beneath the heavy boots
Of ignorance and hate,
On this home of ours?
In time this planet Earth
Will reap its revenge
Of that we can be certain.
Meanwhile we scatter food
To help our avian friends
And drop some welcomed coins
For the poor and needy souls
Who are the shrapnel
Of uncontrolled commerce.
© Griffonner 2025
Poetry by Griffonner
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Written on 2026-01-08 at 17:18
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