Until Suddenly

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Yesterday in the late winter afternoon about 4:24 PM Pacific, Guthrie and I walked in the gloom of another grey day, dripping in the tiniest of rain drops that would cling to everything, the dog, my jacket, the tips of branches. It felt heavy to walk and dreary to think even though the constant rain of the past two weeks have brought out the lovely light green of mosses and leaf buds.

Guthrie was oblivious to my gloom, happy to run and romp back and forth and around me through the sage and bunchgrass. But I felt a heaviness. Until suddenly there was light. The setting sun appeared with blue sky and it seemed even the clouds were chasing the sunshine, rushing to catch the last of the day’s light which we finally could see and feel and enjoy.

You can even see the flashes of the light reflecting from the tiny raindrops.

I called to Guthrie, “The sun! The sun!” I pulled out my camera and captured the light with clouds racing towards it. It was a beautiful and uplifting moment at the end of our walk in the park.

Poetry

Until Suddenly

a grey day, dim and dull,
heavy with tiny water droplets
clinging to the edges
of twigs and jackets and dogs
in a brown and black landscape
tinged in fresh green
of moss and budding branches—
yet crushingly dark and dreary
until suddenly
there was light
there was blue
there were shining puddles
and the clouds and I
and the dog
chasing the setting sun
Sheri Edwards
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Poetry/Photography