Hush

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. On our walk yesterday between the wind and the rain, we were called to pause over the walking bridge to Cole Park to listen quietly to nature’s beauty. See if it calls you:

Hush

Chattering ripples in a rush
Tumbling down the treed ravine
A sparkle here where the sun is seen
And bluebells flourish along its path
Beneath the bridge on which we pass,
The breeze in the leaves sings to us:

hush…sh…sh…sh

Sheri Edwards
051922 140.365.22
Poetry/Photography

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