The Path

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. A lovely path in the morning light, a brightness to cheer with applaud for the day in the rustle of leaves with each footstep. Or perhaps its the song of those who have passed, encouraging us to keep going.

The Path

Yellow it seems is the calling
A color of bright autumn gold
Falling on the ancient stones
To stories yet to be told.

Sheri Edwards
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Poetry/Photography

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