Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. A year ago, this raptor— osprey or hawk— soared, seemingly floating and owning the air.
And so, a poem.
Holding the Wind
A chirp
Sheri Edwards
Echoing across the lake
Wings holding the wind
Wrapping gusts
King of the air.
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Poetry/Photography
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