Not all sleeping.

Wistfully gazing out of my window,
Cyclamen, Helleborus niger,
claim their winter birth,
as salvias, pelargoniums, hydrangeas
reaching old age, slip into hibernation,
and late-flowering nasturtiums
hide beneath dishes of protective leaves.
Jack Frost will come soon,
blowing his crystal dust, a winter overcoat
under which plants will gently slumber.

There will be colour still.
God will always leave his mark,
painted in brushstrokes of nature’s Green.

GC

28.11.2023