I can smell the scent of roses
In my cluttered rooms of memory
And it brings summer into my day
I almost feel the summertime heat
And as the winter frost cuts deep
I just close my eyes and I am in the garden
Listening to the hum of honey bees
As they dip into red flowered nectar
Watching the painted butterflies dance
In a swirling, graceful partner waltz
Lying on freshly cut grassy green
I watch clouds drift across a landscape blue
I want to linger in the warmth
But the winter chill cuts the memory chord
And I snuggle into knitted scarf and coat
But I smile against the frosted chill
Summer is only a memory away