It still feels like winter.
Every day, I look past the vase in the window to the garden
which is green because of the rain.
We all have landscapes we look at everyday,
faces that are so familiar
we should be able to draw them from memory,
but we can't.
My garden changes in winter,
I know it is different because some of it has gone
but I don't know exactly what is missing.
The garden has changed slowly over time and
unless I compared it to a photograph,
I couldn't point to what was once there.
Winter is like this,
I know the leaves have fallen
but I don't know which fell first.