Monday, January 14, 2013

Flowers In Winter

How strange to greet, this frosty morn,
In graceful counterfeit of flower,
These children of the meadows, born
Of sunshine and of showers!

How well the conscious wood retains
The pictures of its flower-sown home,
The lights and shades, the purple stains,
And golden hues of bloom!

It was a happy thought to bring
To the dark season's frost and rime
This painted memory of spring,
This dream of summertime.

Flowers In Winter ~ John Greenleaf Whittier (1807 - 1892)


Tweedles -- that's me said...

Such a beautiful frosty morning!

Andrea said...

Yes... that little hint of warmer days to come!!


DJan said...

I am dreaming of summertime right now. Last night it was summer... in my dreams! :-)

DeniseinVA said...

Your photos and poems fit so well together Jo. Lovely post!

Michelle said...


Terry said...

I love that stained glass. So pretty!

L. D. said...

I bet you really enjoy that window every season. It is beautiful.