December’s Uncertain Embrace

The garden lays barren now,
old, ignored weeds stand sentinel in snow,
loam turned to frozen mud
in December’s uncertain embrace.
The mailbox, though, stands ready
for the year’s peak harvest
of brown boxes, carefully taped,
and torn seed catalogs,
both full of shiny promises
and delicious things to eat.

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