Monday, March 14, 2016

"Winter Garden": a Poem by Mark Windham


There is a stillness as I wander
the rows of the winter garden,
peaceful,
waiting for warmth.

Anticipation hides beneath the frost,
content with knowing seasons turn,
patient,
yet eager for the thaw.

The quiet is broken only by the wind
as it causes the dead leaves to rustle,
pretense
of growth and renewal.

The children watch from the window,
curious about my evening stroll,
ponder
what I search for in the cold.

There is a stillness as I wander,
content with knowing seasons turn,
prelude
of what I search for in the cold.


© Mark Windham

5 comments:

  1. Oh, I am enjoying your posts! Thank-you for sharing this beaut by Mark!

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    1. You're very welcome :) Mark's been writing lyrical poetry lately. Wonderful poems.

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    2. beautiful. Is that your photo? I LOVE it.

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