A SOLEMN SIGN

Somewhere in the goldening spring
A signpost stands in solemn space
The people round are sweltering
One woman wears a watchful face

The sign is writ for all to see
But no one sees it except for me

Spring is here -- is summer not near?
This sign tells me it must be so
The tribulation, it is clear,
Will come before the pure white snow

---jrw 4:05pm
3-22-97