Sue O’Donnell. 02.12.20
November turns to December.
What will we remember
In the outside bed?
A garden with red!
‘Why?’ they said
Scarlet stems,
Bold berries,
Bursting buds,
Flowers, but only a few,
All in red
Are beautiful
And seasonal too!
Even before Christmas
Red and green
Steal the scene.
Being show stopping,
Attention claiming,
Fabulously fiery,
Red blazes,
Burns, is showy,
Spurns modesty.
A romp of rosehips,
Bounty of berries,
Collection of crab apples,
And daring dogwoods,
Celebrate winter red
In the garden bed.
Inviting picking
To bring in.
Enjoying seasonal fruit
Plump, cheery,
Never ever dreary.
But act quickly!
Beat the rush
Of the hungry thrush,
Busy blackbirds,
Over wintering waxwings,
Very hungry,
Eagerly ready
To pick and peck,
Hunt for hawthorn hedges,
Ladened with fruit
From autumn onwards.
Make a display
Or crimson and scarlet,
Winter colour a-splendour.
Hips and haws
And bright berry stores,
Who could ever
Ask for more!
Lord of all sufficiency, You are indeed the Lord of generosity! The start of winter is made so much more cheerful by the red You gift us. Thank You so much! Amen.
CATEGORY: (NATURE, Winter red)