December and into January in the garden is a pause in all the action. Images repeat with hope pricking slowly through the cold hard soil.
This poem I hope captures some of that pent up energy, twitching on the start line, awaiting the gun
Wherever we place our faith, in God or nature or another’s face
Once verdant boughs now sad skinned wraiths begrudge permissive youth its place
December’s death has gripped the land, once luscious leaves just left to rot
Brittle skeletal, hope’s becalmed in our lost Eden that God forgot
We fight the urge to hurry past, desert cold Earth under pleated sky
And turn away from its last gasp, all dry and seer where no cloud will cry.
Yet stop we must, hope’s always there in amongst this season’s dying
It draws us close, it makes us care as life prepares for a new year’s living.
Spring forecloses on Winter’s debt, enough to pay for Summer’s lease
Succour comes borne on a breath that turns the key for each year’s release.
mind you, Dog doesn’t care…
TanGental 
Beautiful Geoff, words, garden and dog đź’śđź’śđź’ś
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Wonderful writing Geoff.
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Lovely Geoff.
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Dog! You is so casual!
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Winter is great to view the bones of the garden before it gets taken over with spring growth. The paving is looking fabulous. Always fun to read your gardening posts.
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Garden looking good – excellent poem
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Even in Winter, your garden looks magnificent…just a different mood.
As for dog, I think he’s telling Zac, Rosie and Lady to stay out of HIS garden in no uncertain terms. I think he caught a glance of them on the screen, and wasn’t amused.
How are things going for you over there? Have you been vaccinated yet or considered going down that route? We had a slight rise in cases in Sydney and Queensland shut it’s borders immediately, which meant we couldn’t get to my Great Aunt’s funeral in Brisbane and were left to watch it on livestream. Have you watched a funeral via livestream yet? Any thoughts? Despite Geoff’s technical prowess we had a lot of problems and it was quite a shambles. The other thing I noted was that we didn’t cry, which is very out of character for my mother and I. I’ve written about it in my latest coffee share post and am working on a more extended post.
The kids have gone away to camp for a few days, giving us much needed breathing space and I’m trying to make sure we don’t just end up doing jobs around the house. It can be just as demanding or even more so than the kids.
I think our dogs have the right idea. They’re curled up on the floor asleep.
Best wishes,
Ro
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You are lucky to have what you have right now. It’s bloody miserable here… groan!!
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What a magnificent garden, Geoff, even in winter, and even better words! The wedding is going to be fantastic! I think what I like more is the ‘promise’ of spring because you know it will be a promise kept!
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Yes, so true Noelle, it’s always there, waiting to pop out.
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Geoff, most would love to have your winter garden in the height of spring. Green grass in January? It is beautiful, and I love your photos. The wedding is this summer, right?
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It is. August if the vaccines do their thing and gatherings are allowed again
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I do hope so!!
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