Every day, a photograph, a poem.
On our walk today past our neighbor’s yard a street down from ours, we were delighted with crocus blooming in the evening sunlight, orange and purple. The purple I loved– the one single crocus away from the others, standing as tall as it could to reach the light.
Crocus first arrive
Sharing nature’s way: each can
Stand tall to find light.Sheri Edwards
Poetry / Photography
*crocus: one of my mom’s favorite flowers
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart