A most precious possession Quiet imagination of yearning
For a vine of red roses most scenic heartfelt fond burning
Relieving a troubled heart--with thoughts of heavenly glory
As her eyes observe without an embittered Winter story

A constant sky emitting tons of heavy snow white flakes
In abundance of essence...behind tons of grand angel cakes
There are occasions galore...storms of white are a blessing
Yet constant without easing...can prove truly depressing

Entire world exudes troubled hearts in countless phases
Mother Nature seems problems dazes
All hopes are held and masses can see
Fond loving and caring allow sunshine rays to flow free

Many hopes beguile horrendous winter storms cause need
Yet her little corner of the world counts blessings indeed
Dreaming thoughts of the weather...causing birds to sing
Awaken on a morn to exclaim...a welcoming season...Spring