the call

the call

Sometimes on days so dreary and cold

I’m a log in ice, so weary and old.

Then an eagle calls from so very high

I follow his flight to light in the sky.

 

Sheri Edwards  

02.01.23   032.365.23

Poetry/Photography

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

at the lake, an iced over lake holds a log in place

https://sheri42.net/2023/02/01/the-call/

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