Volume VIII, No. 3, Spring 1981
I stood upon a hill in early morn.
The clouds broke and the sun came shining through.
Above the mountain tops in splendor shone
Below the trees so fresh and new.
I breathed again the cool sweet air of Spring
Washed clean by April Showers,
Fresh raindrops glistening still upon the leaves
On blades of grass and on the flowers.
And there, the while I gazed, it seemed that God
Refreshed my soul, as with the morning rain.
All doubts, all fears, and all dark thoughts were gone,
And only hope, new trust, and joy remained.
Spider web by Lea Ann Anderson.
Crested iris or wild dwarf iris (Iris cristate) by Mary Schmalstig.
Rue anemone (Anemonella thalictroides),
and the wild ducks both courtesy of David G. Massey.
Copyright © 1981 BITTERSWEET, INC.
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