Winter's Garden

There are roses made of Ice

...growing in my garden

......my cold, white garden;

and crystalline trees shedding

...snowflakes like cherry blossoms

......on my marble angels

.........half buried in the snow.



There is hoary sage and frosted thyme

...growing in my garden

......my bitter, frozen garden;

where the arctic fox

...is catching the albino hare

......on the tundra

.........that is buried beneath the snow.



There are pallid goddesses

...singing in my chalky, misted garden

......my chilly, winter garden;

where sons and daughters walk in coats

...trying to remember

......trying hard to remember—

.........what is buried in the snow.