Summer and the garden beckon

come hither and enjoy my flowers

surrounded by the picket fence

like an arm embracing me.


Soon its time to hibernate and watch

the icicles hanging from the eaves

Inside with warmth enfolding me.

icicles like pickets now imprison me..


© Sept 15, 2003
amended © Oct 23, 2003

Kathryn Brownfield
All Souls, Tulsa

Blind  Now Here I Am  Unfinished