Across these trees, from east looking west, the sun makes its way to the small spot in the sky,
Looking forward with all its might, to shine down and make the day a bright one,
almost horrible one,
where the sun beats down, but, this day,
this day of clouds and reverent feelings,
Can curtail, even the sun with its brightness, to stay back,
And let the earth recover her skin.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Marla Bolton
Eufaula, Oklahoma
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