"A Winter Walk"
A winter walk out through the snow,
On Sunday afternoon.
Let's you enjoy the winter,
But makes you think of June.
For as you trudge the crunchy snow,
Through it's white drifting cold.
You know that tulips underneath,
Wait, their beauty to unfold.
Also the yellow daffodils,
Waits with patience there.
Until the coming of the Spring,
Their beauty to unbare.
E.H. Coe 1972