Every day, a photograph, a poem. We voted! We voted blue. Despite the cold an windy day, we walked up to the ballet box, and one by one, my husband and I dropped in our ballots. Then we walked the neighborhood, glad to have done our civic duty, our sacred duty to democracy. And, on our walk, the wind pulled the leaves off the tree which fell with the rain to the ground. And so, a poem.
In the windy rain so coldSheri Edwards
Gingko clings on, grips on
Yet wind’s tug, that last tug,
and it drops with the rain on
the wet of autumn’s wintry hold.
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