Tho the earth be cloaked in snow,
A host of flowers sleeps below:
Crocus, tulips, daffodils
Will lift their heads in joyous reels.
One day soon the cardinal’s wing
Will fly your way and bid you sing
Of warmer days and leafy trees,
Of new turned soil upon the breeze
So, though the skies be dark and grey
And winter’s chills aren’t held at bay,
Remember just beneath the snow
Awaits a splendid floral show!
Deb Borkert
January 2007
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