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Winter Garden

written by: Ann Christine Tabaka



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 was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. Winner of Spillwords Press 2020 Publication of the Year (Poetic), has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She is the author of 9 poetry books. She has micro-fiction in several anthologies, and published flash fiction. Christine lives in Delaware, USA. She loves gardening and cooking. Chris lives with her husband and three cats. Her most recent credits are: CommuterLit; Spillwords; The Black Hair Press (Unravel Anthology, Apocalypse Anthology, Hate Anthology); Fantasia Divinity Publishing (Winds of Despair Anthology, Waters of Destruction Anthology, Earth of Oblivion Anthology); The Siren’s Call (drabbles); Potato Soup Journal: 10-word stories.
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