Redbud peeks br Beyond the showy white dogwood. br The wet Spring breeze blows soft, br As the thick smoke clouds race low across br The unseen sky. br Rust pink maple seeds br And Spring green leaves, br Shudder among the dark green pines. br The whistling wind and waving tawny grass br Bid the last Winter cold, 'Be gone! ' br Let the warmth of Spring day sun arrive. 'Goodbye! ' br br (4.13.9 Waterfall)br br Heather Z.