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Tuesday, February 2, 2021

February's Gardens

 

We are continuously wowed with wonderful sunrises this winter!
as God 'breaks the bud of night with heaven’s hardy, hearty Majesty'



See! February’s gardens beam from dirt where dream-seeds start to stir 
To fill the scope of hope renewed with visions of spring and summer 
To touch the page of pictures pressed to winter’s laughing aftermath 
Where sunbeams dance and bare feet prance upon earth’s posy-pulsing path 

Look! February’s gardens bloom as spent plumes bedeck pristine halls 
To steal the eye a second time with tinsel soft as cotton balls 
To burst the hub of happiness into smile-storms from heart to ears 
Where nature spreads Her empty arms and gathers Old Man Winter’s tears 

Ah! February’s gardens brim from sunny south-faced window-sills 
To fill sweet home with friendly hints of field and fallow-harboured thrills 
To wake in weary winter-worlds a sudden, sacred sense of He 
Who breaks the bud of night with heaven’s hardy, hearty Majesty 

Come! February’s gardens brood and throb beneath heath, snow-veneered 
Where frigid noon will soon drip like ice-cream from Old Man Winter’s beard 
And hands a little softer now, not pushing plows of plant and reap 
Will be filled with forget-me-nots and other 'tots' roused from their sleep 

© Janet Martin 

ah! February's gardens brim from sunny, south-faced windowsills...
(my NOT very green thumb embarrasses houseplants...poor things!)
but they bring me sweet pleasure, all the same😊

 Jeri Landers from Hop-along Hollow got my garden-fingers itching with yesterday's video, 
but alas, in Ontario we are still bundled in blankets/banquets/bank-ets of white









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