My Winter Garden

Cloistered now for the duration
of winter, well blanketed by snow,
fixed in the icy grip of frozen soil,
my garden rests, immobile, quite
comfortable in its deep, restorative
slumber awaiting the signal of
Spring, to return to its natural,
exuberant growing stages of 
amazing floral abundance, in an
excess of vigour and glee at the
return of its sovereign prospects
even while it permits me the fiction 
of Mistress Gardener. Deep in depths
of winter's onslaughts of icy sleet and
frozen-tipped evergreens, I glance
musingly about my home, drinking 
in at every turn the kaleidoscopic
colour and form, the garden transposed
onto windows of shimmering delight,
my very own indoor winter garden.