THIS IS ACTUALLY A PICTURE I TOOK OF MY BACK GARDEN

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An icy chill runs through my body
As I leave through my back door
I put on my wooden clogs
Before I head out to explore

As we move towards Winter
I see many changes before my eyes
As my garden is like a chameleon
Taking on a different disguise

The bright flowers of Summer
Are now few and far between
The birds now seek shelter
Not so often are they seen

The trees are losing their cover
As the leaves begin to fall
Very soon my beautiful birch trees
Will have no covering at all

The soil has become much colder
'tho down below there lays a surprise
In a few months time there'll be a treasure
Unearthed before my very eyes

Many flowering bulbs I have planted
Now they lie dormant in the earth
I must wait so very patiently
Until I can view the first signs of birth

Crocuses daffodils and jonquils
Will commence this spectacular display
Followed by ranuculi and anemones
Bursting forth from where they lay

A kaleidescope of color
Will adorn my garden beds
With all the colors of the rainbow
From blues to yellows and reds

Suetang

This is wonderfully written, it's one of your best!

Take care,
Melissa~

"Poetry is not an opinion expressed...
it is a song that rises from a bleeding
wound...or a smiling mouth"

~Kahlil Gibran~

~* Reality is an illusion ~ albeit a persistant one *~
Albert Einstein