Comments about Johnson P.J.
You stole our dreams-
Your landscapes and blossoms.
Hope lingered in our hearts
Despite the changing patterns of snow,
And the trees bereft of their leaves.
Only hope survived that winter
While Basle was shivering
Under blankets; within walls.
We were snowed in at the chalet;
Out in the farm, the snow kissed our feet.
Snow rising in swirling white foam
Capping the treeless mountain tops.
A whitish sheen of ice
On lake Constance upstream.
In the very first days of spring
We went Zurich
To the open Alps vale.
Our eyes marveled
At the ...