Feb
07
THE GARDEN IN WINTER
Frosty-white and cold it lies Underneath the fretful skies; Snowflakes flutter where the red Banners of the poppies spread, And the drifts are wide and deep Where the lilies fell asleep. But the sunsets o’er it throw Flame-like splendor, lucent glow, And the moonshine makes it gleam Like a wonderland of dream, And the sharp winds all the day Pipe and whistle shrilly gay. Safe beneath the snowdrifts lie Rainbow buds of by-and-by; In the long, sweet days of spring Music of bluebells shall ring, And its faintly golden cup Many a primrose will hold up. Though the winds are keen and chill Roses’ hearts are beating still, And the garden tranquilly Dreams of happy hours to be– In the summer days of blue All its dreamings will come true.
Lucy Maud Montgomery
A Winter’s View from the Historic Leaskdale Church Garden of the Leask homestead