On this cold winter day
My dreams are of May
The garden alive with its flowers
The sun on my face
The joy of this place
Asserting its magical powers
It’s not that I hate you, dear Winter
It’s not that you don’t serve us well
You encourage warm hugs
You kill off bad bugs
I really do think you are swell
But on this winter day
I wish you would stray
To some place that’s missing you so
And bring them your gifts
Of cold and snow drifts
While my flowers bloom all in a row.
Photos by Hamlin Grange
Cynthia Reyes 
Amen to that, I’m fed up with being cold!
Lovely poem, and I totally agree. We just have to remember that without the winter we would not be able to see the wonder and beauty of May as clearly.
So true.
But goodness – it’s freezin’!!
Hi Cynthia
I enjoyed you poem, it is how I feel about this winter too, I loved seeing your garden photos.
Caroline