When I tread, <br />in secret, the untrodden snow, <br />with Winter, <br />I shuffle, beside the low sun, <br />of Autumn <br />and dance with daisies <br />in the wild meadow <br />of Summer. <br /> <br />Underfoot, <br />the birth of Spring <br />is difficult. <br /> <br />Sally Plumb<br /><br />Sally Plumb Plumb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/underfoot-2/
