Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. In autumn and late winter/spring, the coulee walls are amazing to watch as the fog rolls off and flows along the coulee to create an even greyer winter day. It is lovely. We never tire of it, as long as we don’t need to drive in the fog!
And so, A poem:
The Grey
Flowing like silk
Sheri Edwards
off ancient sculpted cliffs
draping across the sky,
the grey smothers the sun
and the geese cry, “Why? Why?”
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Poetry/Photography
And a YouTube Video: The Grey
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