Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. I keep looking for the spring flowers. I stop often and search the ground for the beginnings of spring. I’ve a few daffodil leaves poking through in the front yard, but out in the field, not much but moss.
So I searched my photos for March– and discovered that on Ashlyn’s birthday, March 18th, 2023, I found these in a neighbor’s yard on my daily walk. I remember passing the bush on the rock wall and the steps, and then smiling, exclaiming, “Crocus!” These were among my mother’s favorite flowers, and I love them as well. See how they shine and call out among the dried up leaves. They call to us, “We’re here. Get out and find us!”
And so I’ll continue my search for these first bright florals of spring, and write their poem. Listen for their silent call, the bright flowers of spring.
Poetry
Waiting for March
Waiting for March’s sprouts
Sheri Edwards
Of crocuses when I go out
Yellow that seems to shout
“Get outside and walk about!”
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Poetry/Photography
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