Sleeping Bulbs

Now that autumn time is here and days are growing cold
Colors change from deepest green to orange, red and gold
In my house I put away all my curtains of lace
And hang up curtains of heavy wool to cozy up my place.
And I put away my clothes of linen and cotton light
And don my woolly sweaters to keep me warm throughout the night.

But in the garden I aslo like to make a cozy nest
For a special kind of plant that's different than the rest...

They are bulbs round and plump and planted in the fall
They sleep in soil deep and dark until they hear the call
Of the robins who return with their song in spring.........
Waking up the garden...how they love to sing!

The first bulbs that will wake up are the Snow Drops white
You will find them on bended knee, they are a gentle sight.

Then the crocus open up to the spring time sun
They have little strings of gold inside each flowery one
That offer food to honey bees, who land inside their cups
They gather pollen from inside, how they feast and sup!

And then the yellow daffodils stand up straight and tall
They look like golden trumpets announcing spring time's call!

And oh, the tulips then arrive in colors of every kind
They too look like a chalice, so elegant and refined.

As I plant these autumn bulbs in the cool, dark earth
I think about their winter's sleep and about their birth.
And then I say a little prayer to the Father Sun
To shine upon them through the cold and protect each little one.

And as I sit in my cozy chair with my blanket warm
I'll think of bulbs all fast asleep midst the winter's storm.
And sing them a sweet lullaby with a rum tee dum tee dum
While they dream of dresses new in spring time days to come.

written by Christine Summerfield/October 11, 2017