When the air is gray with cold
And the ground the snows enfold
One stone cottage there resides
And within a treasure hides.
Though outside the grass has browned
And the wind’s the only sound
There within its walls contains
Colors left from summer rains.
Safe inside the warmth within
Petals soft their colors spin
Orchids, dahlias, lilies keep
During winter’s harshest sleep
Vines of green and crown of thorns
Blossoms’ tiny ivory horns
Kept in safety till the spring
Bells of sun and new life ring.
(photo taken on the grounds of a CT estate)