Follow the Sun

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. On our walk yesterday in the cooler evening time, we looked above to see the sun fading into sunset as the light of the old bridge waited for its own time, and we held the sunlight in memory for tomorrow.

Follow the Sun

When sunlight shines
one last time on distance hills
just before we light our own
just before the night slips in
We look up to hold hope
That tomorrow the light will come
We look up to follow the sun

Sheri Edwards
071922 201.365.22
Poetry/Photography

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