Signed copy no.33/100 of a poem and drawing by Carolyn Whitesel. Tulip flowers and stems are hand colored. Printed by Larkspur Press. Poem reads: "In late March, a snowfall, absence of color in the garden as if contrast were all, green against ice. In turn, the cold, heavy blanket weighs upon each bud, tulip, heart freezing the upward gesture, the interior prayer. Yet just beyond the white layer spring waits. Perennial, we reach."