Every day, a photograph, a poem. Sigh. Dreary days. Covid all around. It’s always worrisome. Finding hope is a constant.
So tired of the cold unknown,Sheri Edwards
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.
1056 days of posts in a row
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart