Day 326 Rain In Winter

Daily Note

A photo a poem a day

Today, the rain I could not see was only heard on the curled and dry brown leaves across the yard and garden, and there, in the old barrel beside the statue of the cat sprouted parsley.

Rain in Mild Winter
In February
curled brown leaves crackle from rain
whose wet sprouts parsley.

Sheri Edwards
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Poetry / Photography