rain's cooling embrace
a salve for parched hills long wed
to the brutal sun
About the Creator
CJ Miller
Author • Dog mom • Castaway
"Think of this: that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other."
- A.S. Byatt
the magic of kindness
Homelessness is hard But one act of kindness can Thaw even concrete —————— The older I get, the more I become very well aware of the privilege that I grew up with. There is no greater privilege than to have a roof over your head and food on the table every night when you come home from school or work. It might seem as though it’s a given or something everyone has when you’re young and naive, sheltered from some of the more harsh realities. But the older I’ve become, the more I realize just how singularly lucky I am. I might not have the means to eradicate homelessness, but I certainly recognize how lucky I am to occasionally have “extra,” and I will do as much as I can for as long as I can to give to those who may be in need, as encouraged by my kind and ever generous parents.
By Mikayla Rose4 days ago in Poets
Comments (1)
The natural imagery and romantic subtext work very nicely together. Great job!