When the shadows are long and the days are short, we must find sweetness to survive the cold,
Leaving structure in the garden leaves a place to find grace and surrender to winter's bare bones.
Of course I'm dreaming, planning for spring and sorting through my seeds and drawing plans,
But i find quiet beauty in the way things are morphed by the harshness of winter's hands.
The turmoil and cold from the harshest of storms, then some peace in the mellow golden rays,
Sculpting a scene as snow melts, then meets dusk only to crystallize again.
Last year's flowers left in the garden can be topiaries with hats of fluffy fresh snow,
Sweet silhouettes cast on the blanket can be like gold to the eye and the soul.
So in the depths of this winter, so cold and bare, may you look around your garden and seek,
A vast sea of opportunity to make next winter a little more sweet.
-Deanna Hergert ...