The Seasons C. Abbott Meader Spring Sitting quietly, doing nothing.
Spring comes, and the grass grows by itself.
A trout leaps, Clouds are moving in the bed of the stream. If you don't believe, just look at September, Look at October. The yellow leaves falling, falling, to fill both mountain and river. William Blake Van Williams on the third floor of Ile Ife ca. Abbott Meader's Angel of Winter Spring in background.