Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. We’ve been waiting for the autumn leaves to turn yellow and orange and to fall in thick piles on the ground in full color, rather than the day they froze– green.
On our daily walk today, we walked up the stairs from the lower park up towards the tennis courts where we were greeted by this huge and long pile of autumn leaves. The city crew had just finished and heard us approaching; they waited for our reaction, which was, “Holy Sh*t! and they laughed! And we laughed. And there are so many more to fall! I love trees, and I love rushing through fallen leaves– but I restrained myself, considering all the work that went into those raked / blown piles!
Finally, Autumn Leaves
Up the step, we walked
Sheri Edwards
to a long line of piled leaves:
Finally, they fell.
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Poetry/Photography
I wonder, if I draw a line... 