A POEM A DAY 262
The Smell of Green Green smells like coming home.Like fresh-cut grassclinging to Daddy’s work clothes,to the bottom of his boots,to the quiet pridehe carried through the back doorbefore he carried himself.The whole house knewhe was homebefore it heard his voice.Green smells like that.Green smells like collard greenssimmering slowwith hammocksa whisper of smoke,filling every roomuntil hunger…
A POEM A DAY 258
My Joy My joy begins where the first light slips through the longleaf pines of North Florida, painting the forest floor in ribbons of gold. Before the roads awaken and the world remembers its hurry, I find peace in the hush of creation—in the rustle of palmettos, the chorus of songbirds, and the gentle breeze…
A POEM A DAY 257
A Flower of Radiant Beauty She rises where the quiet light is born,not asking permission from the morning sky,but opening anyway—petal by petal,as if the world itselfhad called her name.The wind moves around her gently,as though it rememberssomething sacred it once forgot.Even time slows here,hesitating at the edge of colortoo vivid to pass without notice.She…
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My Life In Word 