Ah, the April fireside
what could be more cozy
as the gentle breath of spring
turns my cheeks all numb and rosy?
As fluffy flakes of snow
pile on the daffy-down-dilly
and twinkling dabs of frost besmirch
emergent spears of lily,
what’s a gardener to do
but sulk at fireplace
and contemplate her chilblains
instead of pansy face?
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
