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.

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๐Ÿ”Ž Find the good.

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#25daysofgood

summertime real. a poem.

I love the smell of summer,

soil like unsweetened chocolate

bittersweet

under my nails, my

skin

stretching out, welcoming the hard press

of heat,

heavy and thick,

making me feel

real

summer truth rising. a poem.ย 

HEAT.

rising with the sun

then

PRESSING

hard

against my heart. i STEP

hesitant

on the newly mown 

grass, the FOLDING and BENDING

of each FRAGILE strand

crisp then 

cool

between my toes

too long stuffed in winter

shoes, each step 

FREEDOM,

the bright red of the trumpet

vine SCREAMING

with the release of

TRUTH.

every stamen stretching,

reaching 

for

HOPE.