Grace Leigh

“Alpenglow”:
“Even the rainbow never dreamed of this:
The touch of lastlight on snowy shoulders,
The kiss of dawn on crystal lips,
A rush of rarest red welling up to fill the mighty sky
With splendor.”
― Elizabeth Barrette, From Nature's Patient Hands

“We're stronger in the places that we've been broken.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“Love is an abstract noun, something nebulous. And yet love turns out to be the only part of us that is solid, as the world turns upside down and the screen goes black.”
― Martin Amis, The Second Plane: September 11, 2001-2007

“Wondering When the Strings Will Snap” poem:

“The marigolds herald autumn’s colors already
In their sun-shrine faces, iconographic
Floral worship of their distant deity -- yet they
Die at the first touch of frost, unlike chrysanthemums,
The true flowers of fall.”
― Elizabeth Barrette, From Nature's Patient Hands