
Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. Warmth has arrived along with the blue skies. I heard the raven call from atop the Ponderosa Pine. I know he was thinking, “Finally” and “Joy.” So, the poem…
Poetry
Raven Call
March brings bright blue skies
Sheri Edwards
over the pine trees; even
the raven calls, “Joy!”
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