Every day, a photograph, a poem.
Today a walk through the yard, still full of sycamore leaves, brown and crunchy, displayed peeking out from the bronze pile of leaves, the dragon just popping out of her egg, waiting to tell another story.
Some grandmothers find
a little garden creature
placed just so in leaves
light up imaginations
for stories told and retold.Sheri Edwards
Poetry / Photography
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart