Through the ice and snow of Winter
When the world is still and white,
As the frosted fog steams over
Silver shadows of the night...

Through the hush of waiting hours,
Peacefully I lie awake,
Never wearying of watching
Moonlight mirrored on the lake.

Though I hear the wind's voice sighing
Through each crack and open space,
What care I for such intrusion,
My heart is a Summer place.

Dreams of many shapes and sizes
Blossom brightly through the snow
In my garden full of sunlight
...Where the Winter Roses grow.

Grace E Easley

photos used were found at WebShots

Photo of Avalanche Lilies taken by my friend Don Paulson @ Olympic National Park, Washington