Getting Ready for a Long Winter’s Nap

Sunday sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

The drying leaves are gathering around
my neck as cold November nears its end.
A comfy blanket that has just been found,
a cozy winter’s cover, trusty friend.

I’ve always craved this warm and crumbly scent.
This precious gift, the oaks and maples drop.
Soon, snow falls softly from the firmament.
The coldness coming surely will not stop.

I’ll sip this warmth and breathe the peace I find.
The early morning light shines bright my way.
Green leaf, drink up. The cold’s not far behind.
When it arrives for real, I cannot say.

Deep root sleep soundly, dreaming, hoping for
some rest, and then that springtime surge once more.

Photo by William J Spirdione

Thank you, The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets.
It’s a comfy spot to share my weekly musings and images from the garden.