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Winter Garden

written by: Ann Christine Tabaka

@TabakaChris

 

Saturday morning, silence
broken only by the wren’s
scolding trill. Cherry blossoms
bloom no more. Ice stares
down the last ray of hope.

Trees shake off day old snow
from barren limbs. Winter garden
dry, brown, dead, but not dead,
merely asleep. Hibernation mode.

The snow!
The feel!
The sound!

Seasons march their pace.
They cannot be rushed.
Wait, we must. Rejoice
In nature’s wisdom.
There is no other path.

Ann Christine Tabaka

Ann Christine Tabaka

SEPTEMBER 2018 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Ann Christine Tabaka has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and three cats. Her most recent credits are: Pomona Valley Review; Ariel Chart, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, Oddball Magazine, The Paragon Journal, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine, Ann Arbor Review, The McKinley Review.
(a complete list of publications is available upon request)
Ann Christine Tabaka

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