While the unseen banner of winter's bane
Reminded her of mournful days,
The hope of springtime
Kissed the morrow.
This is a picture I took while at the library yesterday. The roses were gorgeous... Hundreds of them in full bloom... Set against the fall colors and the promise of winter. With the flag at half-staff, I couldn't resist capturing the moment.
Traditionally, as a symbol of respect, mourning or distress, flags are flown at half-staff to leave room at the top of the flagpole for death's invisible flag.
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