DULL winter day? Because it’s gray
Background for berried hedges?
Do fairer climes boast frosted rimes–
And snow around the edges?
Or summer hours’ colored flowers
Present a fairer story
Than this film run by twilight sun
In all its winter glory?
His life is right whose inner sight
Calls all creation brother,
Who sees no day in any way
As poorer than another.
by Ray Romine Tuesday, December 30, 1952
