The summer’s joys have gone

Leaving fallen whispers

Beneath a weeping sun

Alas the soil is barren

For seeds they sleep quite still

There’s no more births for this year

Just the winters chill

The garden sleeps in slumbers

Way beyond each dawn

Forgetting when to wake up

Its coat it seems forlorn

For all things have a season

A place in space and time

That’s why I have this garden

For here I know is mine