Frosty-white and cold it lies <br />Underneath the fretful skies; <br />Snowflakes flutter where the red <br />Banners of the poppies spread, <br />And the drifts are wide and deep <br />Where the lilies fell asleep. <br /> <br />But the sunsets o'er it throw <br />Flame-like splendor, lucent glow, <br />And the moonshine makes it gleam <br />Like a wonderland of dream, <br />And the sharp winds all the day <br />Pipe and whistle shrilly gay. <br /> <br />Safe beneath the snowdrifts lie <br />Rainbow buds of by-and-by; <br />In the long, sweet days of spring <br />Music of bluebells shall ring, <br />And its faintly golden cup <br />Many a primrose will hold up. <br /> <br />Though the winds are keen and chill <br />Roses' hearts are beating still, <br />And the garden tranquilly <br />Dreams of happy hours to be <br />In the summer days of blue <br />All its dreamings will come true.<br /><br />Lucy Maud Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-garden-in-winter/
