Every day, a photograph, a poem. Scott texted this photo to me from just above us, up the road above Grand Coulee Dam. That’s the beginning of winter at Lake Roosevelt National Recreation Area. Just a mile down the road are we– down a steep grade, so we can be 5-10° warmer, and today we have no snow, but are always amazed looking up towards the hills that line of winter shows. And so, a poem.
Snow falls on the lineSheri Edwards
where cold seeps over sun’s warmth
winter’s frozen wrap
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