And faint blue glow
Of the super moon,
The garden sleeps
But is not forgotten.
Beneath the burlap
Wound tightly
As a winding sheet
Shrubs sleep
Oblivious until spring.
I’m not sure
Where tiny animals keep
But they’re hiding too
Fast asleep
Safe from Arctic cold.
And I’m missing you
You’re sleeping too
And won’t wake in spring,
But like these
Are also not forgotten.