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
9 comments:
Such a lovely poem on such a cold day. Thoughts of Spring have entered my mind and made for a happier day.
I bet you enjoy that window year round but it cold weather it can make you feel a little bit warmer. We have strong winds today from the NW and it is also very cold.
Love the stained glass!
OH MY Gosh!!! I just found your blog from another blog that is participating in a blog party. The title of your blog just caught my attention and I had to pop over for a tiny peek! Needless to say, I am now your newest follower. I love your blog... I've said that before on other blogs but your blog feels like home! The music is beautiful and some of my favorite; Tennessee has a place in my heart as my family comes from there so... here I am, lol! I am looking forward to visiting often.
Hugs for now from a displaced southern girl gone north,
Beth P
Hi Jo, Love your poem and stained glass. Hope you are warm and safe. It is starting to really feel cold here. No sunshine today , all gloomy and dark. I am thinking that spring is going to be so welcome. Blessings, xoxo,Susie
I can always count on getting a blessing from your blog. Thank you for this lovely picture and poem. :-)
Beautiful and very cheery!
Lovely poem. We have bulbs that are through the ground. I hope they survive the cold that is coming.
OH so beautiful!!! I love your blog.
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