There is the small flower who in its yellow color creeps at night, whose defiance of this winter brings forth its spring early and walks among us, and covers fields across the graves of those who have left, and those who are seeing the crown of flowers that can be worn, a fitting chance for the ones left to see the night. Spare not the good night of scentless flowers, as beauty must reign in the senses.
Earth has captured the bodies of those who can no longer live upon it, but their souls are still very much with us, living their lives in our hearts.
Ralph E Peck
Photograph by Marla Bolton
Eufaula Okalahoma
Slightly past the suns setting
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