Bury Me Please Under a Dogwood Tree
It's a small request, but one that suits me. The Dogwood. Graceful, poised with her perfect blossoms and statuesque build. She sneaks in behind the eager daffodils, an ACT 2 harbinger to spring. Magically she arrives on stage, like a ready dancer, her arms held so perfectly poised. Sturdy is this beauty, independent [...]