Every day, a photograph, a poem. This morning was dark, with smoke in the sky, so the little oxalis leaves were partially open and the flowers still closed. But a few hours later, all the flowers opened up towards the sunlight. Such are we– hoping for life-giving light.
Closed and Open
In the dark they sleepSheri Edwards
keeping all its limbs tightly
for sunlight’s warmth: when, like us,
oxalis looks up with hope.
Post 894 days in a row
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart