Spring 1985, Volume 2

Dr. Stephen L. Clark

Softly I will walk
Amidst the budding branches
Barefoot on the soil

Soft pink clouds turn grey
Rested leaves begin to stir
Voices speak of rain

Climb upon my leaf
Together we will wander
With a silent stream

Limbs ice laden
Gently swaying, bright the red
Beneath the snow

(Four seasons)