My Winter Garden

The garden is asleep now, or so it would appear,

Yet look a little closer – nature’s wonders are still here: Red-berried cotoneaster, pyracantha and holly

Feed the hungry blackbirds and robin redbreasts jolly. Dogwood branches, bare of leaf, beam their crimson hue, Spiders’ webs, all laced in white, because of frosty dew; Cuddly looking long-tailed tits flit from plant to tree, Pipping to each other as they find food left by me. Night-time begins earlier, we sip cocoa from our mugs – Warm blankets and central heating keep us snug as bugs. Outside in the darkness, nature works her magic spell, Feeding tiny creatures, and a place for all to dwell.