January in a rough garden

Rough garden-------------------------------------------------

The blackbird and the starling and the pigeon
Have come together to visit my garden
The frost is gone so they'll find some pickings
In ground that's soaking like a thawing fen

Brambles entwine with woody nightshade
Everything looks and feels almost dead
No butterflies in his cold weather
But there remains buddleia's seed-head

Joan Hughes 23.1.01.