Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets—
Prodigal of blue,
Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover’s words.
Photo by Earl Spiece, Crosby Arboretum, Picayune, MS
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