A POEM A DAY 243
You Will Hear When the wind blows,you will hear mein the hush between the leaves,in the soft bend of branchesthat know how to bowwithout breaking.You will hear mewhere the screen door sighs,where the old house settlesinto its bones,where curtains liftlike hands remembering touch.I will not come loudly.I have never been thunder.I have always beenthe small…
A POEM A DAY 242
The Cry Behind the Smile There is a cry behind the smile,a small, trembling thingpressed against my ribs,listening to laughteras though it belongsto someone else.Most people never hear it.They see the curve of my lips,the practiced ease,the sunlight I offerlike a welcome mat.They do not seethe storm cellar beneath.The cry lives there.It gathers every disappointment,every…
A POEM A DAY 222
The Forest and I The forest and I know each other very well. It has learned the sound of my footsteps and when to go quiet for me. I have learned how its light changes before rain, how the air thickens when it wants to speak. We recognize each other without names.I have given it…
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