Garden
Under Snow
The garden
holds way
too much February.
It has a snowskin
that ought to melt right
off the bones
of that clunky month
but doesn't.
Gray
sombreros of rose cones,
I-died-green weed stems.
Sun should be hard
at work, but it's only just
turning on. Under
white, perennials
plan
a revolution
they're sure to win
for a while. |