Reinvention

December’s freeze, such devastation
To temperate Hertfordshire
Uncommonly, a savage way
To end another year.

But Mother Nature has her ways
And curious can they be
As she will reinvent herself
Just occasionally.

Our garden, once a great delight
Succumbed to Winter’s will
So many simply froze to death
And we might mourn them still.

The hardest hit, established shrubs
Had quite defined the planting
Their sudden loss, a bitter blow
And sadly disenchanting.

But here we are, the start of June
The Spring has moved us on
And fresh young blooms have quite replaced
Those memories now long gone.

Drabble published June 09, 2023 07:38

Neville Hunt 11 months ago

Inspired by Brian McKinney’s excellent pastoral piece.
Christopher 11 months ago

Very descriptive, just like his. Nice piece of poetry.
Neville Hunt 11 months ago

Thanks Christopher. For some odd reason I’m feeling poetic... but maybe that’s just an excuse for failing to get to grips with my phone call to the other side🥴 (I will get back to it soon!)
Jamie Clapperton 11 months ago

Life goes on. ;-)
Neville Hunt 11 months ago

Yes it does, Jamie, and you know what?... we rather like the new planting better that what it replaced... and the new are all native species!
Jamie Clapperton 11 months ago

;-)