Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. It’s beginning to be the time of year when the trees will often lose their freshly fallen snow and only the bare branches reach the sky. And then, you see a robin or chickadee or wren fly and dart around. If you follow where they land, you’ll be pleasantly surprised to find red berries glowing for you, as they did for the little birds.
In the Twists
In the barren twists
Sheri Edwards
of winter’s leafless branches
red berries await.
12.07.22 342.365.22
Poetry/Photography
I wonder, if I draw a line... 