Through cold, gray winter pane, I gaze,
As I bemoan, warm summer days;
With dreams of blooming flowers, in head,
I sadly look, at snow filled beds.

When in the corner, of mine eye,
A soft pink bloom, materialized;
It cast a perfect silhouette,
Against the fallen snowbound set.

Not minding cold, nor winter's gloom,
It basks in sunlight, giving bloom;
Protected from it's season's end,
Beauty, growth and bloom, transcend.

I smile, reminded of God's love,
Forever shining, from above;
Protecting us, midst winter storms,
He sends His 'Son' to keep us warm.

 ~Bobby Smith ~