Every day, a photograph, a poem.
Yesterday, the weather began to change. Instead of the hint of spring, the cold returned. And today, the bitter cold, without the snow of usual February, seemed to end the hope for spring and also the hope for the leaves and buds on this rose bush outside my front door.
February’s bitter cold
forgot to send the snow of old;
today the cold throws warmth away
and we forget ‘twas yesterday
we walked, no hat, in sun so bright
thinking spring was in our sight,
but, no, the winter laughs an icy grin
and wraps the rosebuds in frost again.Sheri Edwards
Poetry / Photography
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart