A garden in Winter
Is waiting for Spring
To call forth the warmth
And the life that it brings
For now it lies barren
Just dirt frozen hard
That cannot be broken
A small, concrete yard
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
A garden in Winter
Is waiting for Spring
To call forth the warmth
And the life that it brings
For now it lies barren
Just dirt frozen hard
That cannot be broken
A small, concrete yard