I see a Cardinal sitting on the snow-covered birdfeeder,
In my heart there is hope.
Though the winds of winter are blustery,
I know that I will be able to cope,
With the few remaining days of gloomy skies,
And the swift, dark clouds hanging low.
I envision white and pink blossoms on the trees,
Crocus pushing through the snow,
Meadows covered with plush, green grass,
A carpet of dandelion on the hill,
Dreams of sun filled days and wild flowers,
In the midst of winter's chill.
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