The vivid color red in nature always connects with some memories.
This time Emily Dickinson's poem "Nature" tells the story.
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I got your letter, and the bird’s;
The maples never knew
That you were coming,—I declare,
How red their faces grew!
But, March, forgive me—
And all those hills
You left for me to hue;
There was no purple suitable,
You took it all with you.
Sending you lots of love from South Africa
Sandra
Sandra