Sure, the snow is deep out there
And everything is gray.
But I have plenty of joy to share.
Inner springtime is in my heart today.

Oh, I know the cars are getting stuck,
And the wind is bitter cold.
But I believe I am in luck.
Inner springtime doesn't grow old.

Maybe I'll have to go out and shovel snow
Yet I'll keep trying to sing.
It's not really so bad, you know,
If your heart is full of inner spring.

Jane Ellen Slone
Revised 2-15/08
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