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.