“Continuity,” Ensign, Apr. 1982, 15
Although the mountain peaks are blotched with snow,
The air is bubbly warm and cocky bright,
And new excitement swells on farms below
With maple blossoms red and kites in flight.
Wild purple Iris flock along the creek
And buttercups spot all the woodland trails;
Town children, coatless, play at hide ’n seek
And gather butterflies and toads and snails.
As temperatures grow warmer, challenging
The threatening cold, snow grumbling yields heights,
And animation floods another Spring
Expanding through the land, erasing blights
And scars. Thus I learn that death and strife
Are but the briefest incidents in life.