Though this weather seem so blight, and the winds blowing round us are full and cutting, there are blooms, so working hard and at the top, their red flowers burst toward the sky, no leaves, just branches, spindly little bits of wood and color that reaches through the bit of blue sky and seeks so earnestly that frame of the sun, casting its small self with petals open, capturing it and carrying it inside.
Ralph Peck
Photograph by Debra Baldridge
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