Awaken our senses

Darkness early.

Skies become light

Sun very low

Chill in the air.

Ground crisp underfoot

Footprints makes a crunch.

Plants brave the morning chill

Red berries tightly closed for now

Skeletons of trees; birch, ash, alder.

Sun so weak, little heat

Short days

Winter sunlight.

Birds in search of garden’s feed.

Few grains on the old log

Robin comes alone.

Rosemary lacking its summer scent

Grass is dormant.

Bees gone into hibernation

Garden sleeps.

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