"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."