Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. The other day the snow fell and fell and fell along with the temperature but our lovely red apples brought cheer to us and the little creatures [and mule deer and turkey] who look for the red, or whatever color they see in the grey of a winter day.
Too cold for me, I zoomed in on this from our kitchen window.
I’m Sure I Heard It
I heard a shivered
Sheri Edwards
chirp: “look for the red;” snow bound
apples of grey days.
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Poetry/Photography
I wonder, if I draw a line... 