of our responsibility
of a sycamore
of the past, needed today
Will we move forward?
remember the moments and places
PIzza we usually have out– but now we’re eating in! How about you?
new couple in the covey
quince: spring delights and summer surprise
Spring holds its breath
poems of hope
Photo taken in 2010 on my way to work: a dusting of snowfall and a blanket of soft mist, all shining gloriously in the sun. I stopped in awe and thanks.
On the hills of brown In spring green spreads furry stems Topped with bold yellow, Radiant satin sunrays Erupt along each hillside. Photography and Poetry by Sheri Edwards
Homes Away from my home, A grey day like this sad day; Robin shares her catch, A young grasshopper, no doubt; Her home awaits; I miss mine. 4.4.19
Kites, unaware of fear of flying, unlike me, Soar and dive above; Unaware of joys and fears; Today I fly to sadness.