Day 20, counting down #25daysofgood 

I won’t be watching the debates tonight, just like I didn’t watch the last ones. I’ve decided through Election Day to try not to add to the chaos, but instead offer our cacaophonic world snippets of hope and good. Because if we’re going to make it through this season, we’re going to have to find good things to bond us back together.

Tonight I’ll be curled up with my dogs and a really good biography I just started on Max Perkins. 

And today I’m celebrating more good.

Mum’s the word.

The good word of the day.

All around, the colored mounds are bursting from urns and weathered flower beds…

supernovas of the spring and summer…one last hurrah of life before the frost comes and tucks us all inside by the fireplace on our shortened winter days…

Mums are good in our dingy, fading landscapes.

What’s YOUR good today?

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🔎 Find the good.

📸 Snap a picture.

📲 Share it on social media.

#25daysofgood


on spring. a poem.

i love it when the rain falls

hard on the clods of dirt left all over the yard

the day before

melting them into the ankle high grass

thick with the thrill of spring

and all the hacks of my shovel

and all the sore in my hamstrings

and all the cuts on my arms

feel worth it

because of the rain

smoothing it all into place

   

       

in every thing. a Thanksgiving poem.

in
every
thing
the thanks comes
swollen
like a womb
full and wide

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in
every
thing
the thanks comes
shrunken
like the blotchy calloused hands of one who sits alone

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in
every
thing
the thanks comes
angry
like the plow shearing withered stalks

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in
every
thing
the thanks comes
held
tight by a hungry man bitter and begging for a belly full of peace

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in
every
thing
the thanks comes
undone
by the mercy of sunrise and sunset and summer and spring and winter and fall and the hard sharp wonder of it all

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