The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood This Eastertide call into mind the men, Now far from home, who, with… — Edward Thomas Copy Share Image
“Turn around… you’ve got grass and dead flowers…” My fingers naturally began to comb through my long, black strands, shaking things loose… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Perhaps you have visited my grave and flowers left, but did you hear me cry out to you!” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
