Rosalie Anderson Mixson Writings
By Rosalie Anderson Mixson

One Winter Day

The trees are naked and bare
Only the pines are green
Standing straight and tall in
The soft winter sunlight
How we long for Spring
It seems to far away
Slowly day by day, the time
Grows near for the buds on
The tees begin to swell
How we watch and wait!
At last we thing we think
We can see a bud
Not yet tho
The winter winds still are
Blowing cold
We still wait for Spring!
Thank God for all the wonders
Of this beautiful earth.