So Tired

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. Sigh. Dreary days. Covid all around. It’s always worrisome. Finding hope is a constant.

So Tired

So tired of the cold unknown,
A fog of can’t see the microscopic creature
Nor the macroscopic crumbling country;
So tuned to the daily discovery
Of searches in the clouds
Virtual and Veritable
For the blue sky hope of sunshine
and a civil and safe earth.

Sheri Edwards
01922 019.365.22
Poetry/Photography

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