The winter solstice has been and gone
Heralding great change…
Bringing spring in the midst of winter…
The trees are in blossom, the birds are singing in the sun
While I’m not quite the Giant in Wilde’s tale
My garden has been perpetually in winter’s grip
Long forgotten and overlooked.
No young boy in my story, to melt the Giant’s heart
But a reformed rake straight out of the book I read last night
Clasping close the butterfly and the crystal child
Loved, warm and safe….
The Selfish Giant is a story by Oscar Wilde from his book The Happy Prince and Other Tales…..