Sunday, April 3, 2022

If my life is like a tree

have I let myself 

be rooted in the 

shade of others? 

Have I turned my leaves 

toward any shiny object 

mistaking it for sun? 

Do the twists and turns 

of my journey 

gnarl like an oak 

or splay to the sides 

like a cedar 

solid trunk and 

feathery fronds

facing the sky

entrancing strangers 

with the fragrant tales 

of a life that has

weathered sun 

and storms 

bark rough 

patterned like henna 

with a story all 

it’s own

April PAD day 3 - a smell poem 

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