by Kendra Jeong-Espinosa She never saw the marigolds, the blooms that grew today, Releasing airy flecks of gold that rose into the grey; Their petals in the sunlight burned and then, as ash, to earth returned As if to leave a parting word Before they blew away. She would have loved the marigolds, although she … Continue reading Marigolds/Cempasúchil