Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. On a January day in 2017, a walk in the sunshine after a windy morning found remnants of autumn leaves snow rolling down the sidewalk. A little sculpture on the pavement, a string of blowing snow. Art by nature— and so, a poem.
Wind So Cold
Wind so cold rolls snowflakes
Sheri Edwards
Into balls to scuttle along—
Tears autumn remnants
Into crisp sculptures
Plopped onto pavement
While sunshine shouts
“Stop” with shadows
To anchor what cold
Has pulled.
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Poetry/Photography
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