The Wrinkled Sea Beneath Him Crawls

The Wrinkled Sea Beneath Him Crawls

Grey the day when sky o’er the

earth turned mist where waves wrinkled

wrapping shore and beach with sea

as if in this time to place us beneath

its blanket of heavy so every her and him

remember it’s time to stand when, again, each crawls.

Sheri Edwards  

090422   249.365.22  

Poetry/Photography

https://askwhatelse.blog/2022/09/04/wrinkled-sea/

https://flic.kr/p/2nJudHN

---

Reflect curiosity and wonder --Go boldly and scatter seeds of kindness...