I planted annual flowers
In my precious garden
They have brought me color
They have brought me beauty
They have filled my senses with joy
Before the Winter
I saw them wither
The cold and the darkness came too quick
As Sprig gains ground
She whispers to me
Dare to clean your ground 
From what remains of your once beautiful flowers
And the question arises 
What kind of flowers will I allow to grow this time?