Saturday, February 25, 2017

February Poetry

In winter's cold and sparkling snow,
The garden in my mind does grow.
I look outside to blinding white,
and see my tulips blooming bright.
And over there a sweet carnation
Softly scents my imagination.

On this cold and freezing day,
The Russian sage does gently sway,
And miniature roses perfume the air,
I can see them blooming there.
Though days are short, my vision's clear.
And through the snow the buds appear.

In my mind clematis climbs,
And morning glories do entwine.
Woodland phlox and scarlet pinks,
Replace the frost, if I just blink.
My inner eye sees past the snow.
And in my mind, my garden grows.

Cynthia Adams, Winter Garden


eileeninmd said...

Hello, pretty poem. I am looking forward to the spring flowers and colors.

Happy Monday, enjoy your new week!

Florence said...

I'm looking forward to it too! We've had a mild winter but I need so flowers and butterflies.
Glad you liked the poem.