During Advent, I visited a public garden.
It was indoors, and warm in a greenhouse.
It was anticipating the coming Christmas:
Bright Christmas colors of blood and purity,
Of poinsettias in pots; and soft green ferns -
Feathery fronds of spring with spores like
Gold ornaments on a tree, abiding in hope,
Waiting for the right wind to carry them...
(photography by tiwago)