Along the cool and sequestered trail, with the morning light touching the tops of foliage, in this fringe-land are accents of red, of Columbine. On tall and slender stalks the Red-Yellow flower bends as though in prayer. Looking closer, I see the star of Red, and composed of yellow, the center hovers above the ground. And from below the insect must ascend one of the five yellow chambers of the flower. The Columbine comes early to the woods, and sprinkles the wayside with her colors. Each plant brings a gift of time, and shows to the world a fashion statement of this land.
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