Sycamore Canvas

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Every so often as our sycamore grows, its bark loosens and falls to the ground. And the bark is like a textured canvas on which grandkids have spent hours painting.

As we sat eating our breakfast with the summer breeze wafting through the kitchen, we also heard the click, tick, tap of the bark tumbling through the sycamore, dancing on its branches.

I gathered up about thirty pieces to take to Elijah’s fourth birthday party with some paints so we can all paint on the bark canvas once again. 🙂

And so, a poem…

Poetry

Sycamore Canvas

Breakfast in the kitchen
A breeze flows through the windows
Blackbird chirps
Morning dove coos
And the sycamore shares
a rhythmic beat
as its bark loosens
and tumbles
and bounces
on branches
click
click
tick
tick
on the way
to the ground:
a canvas for
grandkid
paint.

Sheri Edwards
08.02.23 215.365.23
Poetry/Photography [See-Frame-Focus]

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