A cloudy night with fog rolling over and settling downward,
with spring being new still,
from winters hold;
the bareness of the big trees, and the fresh new blooms of the redbuds,
breaking dark and pink and deep reds in the nights closing sky,
The path is fair, dismal, turning, a current running through the large stream of fresh life, trying to find its way to the grace of the moons light,
becoming placid over the trees, or behind the trees, lighting the way to solace.
Ralph Peck
Photograph by Shereen Parker Ross
Just West of Claremore Oklahoma
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