Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. I used to go to “stamping” retreats– to make greeting cards and scrapbook with my daughters. Covid stopped that, but soon we may be able to go again. The retreat took place at Dumas Bay, WA, and we had a lovely view of Puget Sound.
Tides are not something we who live inland think about, but how amazing is it that two rotating bodies affect each other this way?
And so, a poem…
Poetry
Moon Tides
The moon is not here
Sheri Edwards
when the tide is low
Wait for the high tide
for moon’s glow.
09.09.23 252.365.23
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