
Soaking up the sun,
veins reviving in the warmth,
young peas look alive.

Soaking up the sun,
veins reviving in the warmth,
young peas look alive.

Joyously vibrant,
blanketing my garden bed,
common winter weed.

Rain drops on roses,
whispering breeze in my ears;
winter in full bloom.

A protective arm
wrapping around tiny limbs;
winter sun on plants.

The sun never scorns
at flowers that are yellow;
nature complements.