Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,
Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,
Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover,
Sleeping at last.
No more a tired heart downcast or overcast,
No more pangs that wring or shifting fears that hover,
Sleeping at last in a dreamless sleep locked fast.
Fast asleep. Singing birds in their leafy cover
Cannot wake her, nor shake her the gusty blast.
Under the purple thyme and the purple clover
Sleeping at last.Christina Rossetti
The flowers in my garden are mostly covered in snow or completely gone…yet the hydrangeas remain heads folded, hanging, undefeated, but asleep, waiting for spring to give them warmth, when new buds will appear…the old ones will never come back…what I have not already cut for the home will go to fertilize the new growth..
Abstract of Hydrangeas in Winter…Watercolour on Arches Not Paper