Winter is different here in the desert southwest. While others up north have snow and more snow, we have sunshine days with a few freezing nights to keep us humble. Last night was one of those nights.
I awaken to the garden fountain frozen and crusted with ice, yet it still labors to move the water. The birds, hungry from a long night of cold temperatures are having a feeding frenzy at the feeders. Scattered around the fountain edge are bodies of dead bees. They drink from this fountain daily, but the cold snap must have surprised them.
I’m sad for the bees, but there is life in the garden, for a garden is a constant cycle of life, death, and rebirth.
spring’s eternal hope
from tiny seeds to blossoms
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Haibun Monday- Spring
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories.
You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and on her Amazon Author Page