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heart of things

Michele connects with nature in an evocative poem, for Earth Day, exclusively for Different Truths.

“do you know,” I wrote,

trailing words behind my finger in the rich, loose loam,

“anything about the promise of Earth Day?”

the wind whispered and whirled, winsome, around me,

and I sifted some of my garden’s brown dirt from my hand

for joy of feeling connected

but, although the breezes beguiled

with wondrous scents of soil, blossom, and sky,

no words of answer were forthcoming

until I saw, nodding gently, the pollen-flecked heart

of a single, unassuming flower,

among the many, each and all offering promise of life’s sweetness

to butterfly, bee, and any others who sought to see

and I understood

©Michele Baron

Painting by the poet

#EarthDay #Poem #Verse #Soil #Air #Flower #Nature #DifferentTruths

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Michele Baron
World-traveller, Fulbright Scholar, author, visual/performance artist Michele is again relocating after having lived 3 years in Central Asia. Itinerant developer of outreach projects, seeker of knowledge, writer of poetry, prose, and non-fiction. Sometimes she reads aloud for audiences, and occasionally she receives recognition, such as “International Ambassador of the Word” and “Ambassador of the Spanish Word” from the Egido Delgado Serrano Foundation, and a Citation for Contributions to the Arts from Maryland General Assembly

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