Winter Crispy winter morn, Your somber grays Look green to me Today. Your startling white Is softly pink; Your faded blues, Clear indigo! So how you look - Is up to me; I give you that. Now Spring rings In my heart, Imparting light and life To all I see. Sparrows shivering on their limbs Agree, Preferring wintery trees Where they belong, To flying south For early spring. They bring their hope To sleeping trees And sing their melodies to me! ___Nellieanna Hay