Wheel of Fortune

August 27, 2025

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Morning

I go outside at daybreak
to kiss the ground
with my feet,
to let the photons of the sun
scrub my rods and cones.
In my tiny garden
I create a runway
for birds, butterflies,
a 101 crawling beings.
I push my fingers
into the dirt.
I hunt for moss.
Already, the daytime veil is lifting.
I know not
what tears may come today.
I will not quaver.
I will dance.

17 lines

prompt: use the words kiss, daybreak and tear in a poem


The HerbCrafter's Tarot--13--Death--Marigold--Delight in your beautiful moments.