Every day, a photograph, a poem. This week it started: the unbearable heat and wildfire season. It’s a dread every single day. Will there be a fire? Will we be able to stay cool?
So I never complain anymore about the winter, when it is cold and icy. I long for long winters well into spring. And long spring with a short summer, which will never be any more.
Just vote, and take what few steps you can to protect earth’s home for humanity; there is no planet b. Here’s how you can help: Natural Resources Defense Council 2022
Longing for Dreary
Years ago I stopped
complaining of winter
and its cold so dreary
because summers now blastSheri Edwards
the scorching and tinder
and its wildfire fury.
1244 days of posts in a row
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart