The Christmas lights are still up on the fence out by the driveway.
Sitting on the shelf are flower pots that may never be used.
Waiting for plants that only grow in the imagination, but still look beautiful.
Along with a doorknob that is the last remaining piece of an old garage
that once stood nearby, placed there during demolition, then forgotten.
Between dark winter days and
the green grass of spring are
dreams of summer to come.