Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. Again today was a dreary day. I felt cold all day. And Scott worked late into the night and then needed to drive the paper to the printer, getting up so early to get there on time. So it was dreary and worrisome.
But this picture popped up in my Google Photos and I remembered the cold day we walked here on Banks Lake, where found ourselves able to watch the geese and two bald eagles as the sky lightened.
And so, a poem:
the call
Sometimes on days so dreary and cold
I’m a log in ice, so weary and old.Then an eagle calls from so very high
Sheri Edwards
I follow his flight to light in the sky.
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Poetry/Photography
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