Remembering
Marie...
Your Chance to
Say Farewell
Under
the summer roses
When the flagrant
crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red
leaves,
Love, with little
hands,
Comes and touches
you
With a thousand
memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable
questions.
-From "Under the Harvest Moon" by Carl Sandburg.
Photo by Donnali Peters
Note: Message box appears small, but will hold a decent sized message so please feel free to say what you wish.
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