"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,
The Russian sage does gently sway,
And miniature roses perfume the air,
I can see blooming there.
Though days are short,
My vision's clear
And though the snow the buds appear.
In my mind clematis climb,
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."