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More poems about Outside the TempleWinter
HIDDEN FLORAL TREASURES
Hidden beneath the great blanket of white snow
Are colourful treasures that we all know,
Remember in the summer the rose garden sweet,
Those blooms so fragrant we did gladly greet,
With shades of red, yellow, pink and white,
And those lovely orange shades so very bright.
They are still all there resting for awhile,
Waiting to cheer our hearts and bring a smile.
The roses in the temple grounds are a joy to see,
But at the moment there is snow up to each knee.
But there is a dead branch telling they are still there
Bringing memories of those gardens so fair.
I close my eyes and see those lovely roses grow,
Even in the cold winds and hard blowing snow
I smell their sweetness on that winter air,
And dream that gentle summer is everywhere.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson March 8, 2003