The Winter Garden

Paul Klee (1879-1940)

The winter garden
sleeps beneath its straw
in rows of things gone bare
where only worms work
they but in the dark

Turning the compost
into the spring’s rich soil
in circles of things now gone
for new rows yet to form
the garden yet to be

Of seeds yet bought
but yet in paper catalogs
images of things but dreamt
And so it is in the winter
for gardener & worm

“‘Men work together,’ I told him from the heart,
‘Whether they work together or apart.'” ~ Robert Frost

Artwork by Paul Klee


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to The Winter Garden

  1. ebbtide says:

    I absolutely love this! When I had a garden, the winter garden planning (and poring over those catalogs!) was one of the most cozy, satisfying chores. I still get some of the heirloom seed catalogs just because they’re so fun to read through.

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