Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. On a walk in January, 2022, this disappearing horizon on a cold, frosty, snow-covered landscape reminded me of how I once hated winter— its’ cold and treacherous ice and wind. But now I hope for snow that stays and falls all winter, to add moisture to this semi-arid landscape, to protect from the blistering heat and wildfires of the summer fire season.
Winter’s Gift
Once, the winter I would dread
Sheri Edwards
For the cold and ice it spread
Now, the winter I embrace
For lost water, snow will replace.
01.09.23 009.365.23
Poetry/Photography
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