Robins. A poem.

The robins and I


each other, as if neither were a surprise

but simply the intertwining 

of the world.

The river birch struggles

above us, a victim of last year’s


This is not a surprise, either.

The world is harsh,

after all.

I almost missed it. Day 16, counting down #25daysofgood

Some trees in our yard are bare 

already, fallen leaves brown and dry.

I almost missed

the single white daisy, blooming

as if to spite

the coming frost. “Don’t mind

me,” she says,

and goes right on blooming.


 What’s YOUR good today?

πŸ”Ž Find the good.

πŸ“Έ Snap a picture.

πŸ“² Share it on social media.


summertime real. a poem.

I love the smell of summer,

soil like unsweetened chocolate


under my nails, my


stretching out, welcoming the hard press

of heat,

heavy and thick,

making me feel