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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