My Winter Garden

Queen Lily she is resting

Underneath her frozen bed

While sister Iris covered in snow

Shakes her sleepy head

The daffodils start snoring

While the tulips pray for Spring


And Rose patiently puts on her robe of ice

Till the robin flies home on May’s wings

And the Father of Gardens smiles lovingly down

Through this season of quiet and cold

As we gently wait through our Winter

Till His bloom time comes round for our souls



One Comment Add yours

  1. DeniseBalog says:

    Lovely poem and before and after pictures:) We don’t get much winter here, and embrace each day we are blessed to enjoy. Stay warm till May sings!!

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