My hens have stopped laying
My bees only linger
My skinks are hibernating
It’s past time for winter
My wood is running low
My mornings are chill
My nights are moving slow
The pond is sitting still
My dogs are sleeping in
My cat awaits the fire
My goldfish grow thin
The sun will soon retire
My seedlings lie dormant
My tank will run dry
My plants lack adornment
The mountain is sly
But all is not doomed
Though the birds don’t sing
My marigold has bloomed
It’s a beautiful thing
