Garden green

I look out at my wondrous garden green,

and watch the excited birds pick at the 

ground and flutter and jump in the rain.


And the fruit trees are barren bare in this 

winterscape, waiting, on hold, for the spring

to come and bring mild to this cold domain.


But I look and take no notice of the cold for

this beauty and the season are my reward as

I contemplate the green and watch the birds.