Frosted Garden

Frosted Garden

Joined: 07 Jun 2015, 22:45

28 Jan 2018, 15:22 #1

Frosted Garden by Ieuan ap Hywel

Published by Autumn Sky Poetry Daily 1st September 2017

Your dwarf Tangelo
is frostbitten,
rigor bristles the pulp — Bernard Henrie, Winterset, 2007

Frost has struck and the garden rests
in a white dust, the lily frond has withstood
the worst and the cotoneaster has dropped
its leaves. A robin pecks at blackened berries.
Twelvetide is over, the fir tree
removed, cards bundled away,
the star taken down,
Epiphany is here.
We sit in the dining room
and drink coffee as the Dutch do
at ten. I drank to please her,
and now the ritual is part of me too.
A half finger of Almond cake
rests by my cup, my post-fest diet
has begun. She measures my days
like petite fours.
The hall keeps at 65 degrees,
the lounge stays at 70.
The south facing dining room basks
in the sun all day.
We settle into retirement
enjoying this late season of our lives,
we have time to watch
our robin peck at faded glories.

Editor’s Note: Delicate imagery introduces two kinds of changing seasons in this poem (apt for the first day of September).