Beneath the Snow

Oh, let me leave everyday life and just dream of my garden beneath the snow. The bright flowers are waiting in vibrant hues inspirational. All the different shapes and textures . . . and the birds will return and butterflies too, and silky spider at my door. Reds and purples tulips and pansies, phlox and dusty miller all woven together in waves of color. Verbena will be trailing of course, wild as nature. There will be red primrose and blue daisies and yellow marigold. Oh, just winter dreaming of my garden to be. _________________________ December 22, 2019 Poetry/Verse/Beneath the Snow Copyright Protected, ID 19-1208-825-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to Strand Special 8 sponsor, Brian Strand Honorable Mention