| Show Grace Noll Crowell T LIKE the look of snow mow when it It Ia melting b I t And tending lending its clear dear rivulet toward the theses tea S S t I like the sweep of dry grasses bending Lending r It r Beneath those thole bright feet suddenly set Iet free I have hare seen een small man green en leave leaves under water waterS the winter S i That snow mow had hidden through v hours hour Fresher and greener and and- sweeter weeter than the theS SI t leafing S That springs spring to life Ufo after the tho April showers 0 I l v l A little liwo clover leaf washed clean by Ly wai waiting ng Eager for lor life again at the hint of spring I reach my Lagers fingers into the icy water L.- L. tremulous wistful i t To touch that t tender I thing 1 S Knowing winS a kinship with it deep and abiding I t 1 L I too have waited until the winter pas passed ed I J And hut I lift my head after alters a strange chastisement 4 To the bright air again the sun lun at lut 2 J 1 S |
