IT IS winter, but no snow has fallen. The ground is cracked and bare. Here and there a stubborn seed pod clings to a dead stalk, but every day the wind loosens it. Soon it will fall to the waiting earth...
"Consider The Lilies,"
Sketch: Vol. 37
, Article 8.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol37/iss6/8