In Defiance of WInter
Think not you bind me here
Within these four close walls
By chilly winds and angry squalls
Of weather. All of your ice and snow
And sleet, together, cannot clip my mind’s wings.
Now, at this very moment, my heart swings
Across hills white with dogwood bloom,
Far from the narrow confines
Of this room, I roam carefree
Along a sunny brook that sings to me
Of dewy flowers and hidden ferny places.
No, winter, though you lash and howl and sting,
You cannot wrest from me
The lovely graces of the spring!
THE DENVER POST