Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. Oh I do love our walks through Steamboat Rock State Park in the late afternoons when the sun shines brightly creating long shadows of the trees, as if remaking them in molds of their glory, stretching them out to emphasize their beauty.
And so, a poem:
Sun’s Story
Sun’s story:
Sheri Edwards
“Behold
my hold
boldly enlightens,
and darkly writes in
long, inked
frames linked
like molds-
Your glory.”
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Poetry/Photography
I wonder, if I draw a line... 