Longing for Dreary

Daily Note

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 blast
the scorching and tinder
and its wildfire fury.

Sheri Edwards
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Poetry/Photography

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