In The Dusk of Wild Red Leaves

In the Dusk of the Wild Red Leaves

In the dusk of the wild red leaves

When the cold of Father Winter lurks

To freeze and hold the bluest of berries,

Love, in fractals of frosted blue,

Presents and calls birds to the evergreen

with its tart feast

and says to all

“Eat, for spring will come.”

Sheri Edwards  

10.09.23   282.365.23

Poetry/Photography

Oregon Grape

Mahonia aquifolium

native to North American west 

Photo taken March, 2017 

in my back yard in Washington State

#writeout - spark prompt 

from National Park Service

Carl Sandburg Home

“In the Dusk of the Wild Red Leaves”

 is a line from a Carl Sandburg poem.

Flat Rock, NC

Native Americans ate the berries and made dye from the inner bark and berries.

The Story

https://sheri42.net/2023/10/09/in-the-dusk-of-the-wild-red-leaves/

#writeout #smallpoems response (Thanks, Abigail!)

https://whatelse.edublogs.org/2023/10/09/writeout-in-the-dusk-of-the-wild-red-leaves/

Oregon Grape Leaves | In the Dusk of the Wild Red Leaves  https://flic.kr/p/2p8a8B7

Oregon Grape: Red Leaves in Winter https://flic.kr/p/2p8gs3f

#clmooc #smallpoems #poetry23 #oregongrape #writeout #writeout23 #CarlSandburg #indigenouspeoplesday  the winter leaves of Oregon Grape with berries for feasting 

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