Welcome to the seventeenth day of our 30/30!
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Your prompt today is:
At sunrise I smell
Alternatively: at sunset I [sense]
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In April, everything’s abloom.
As the sun winks over the eastern horizon,
all life raises itself in praise,
in song, in scent.
Jasmine reaches from its viney climb shouting fragrance.
Oleander is subtler but very present, not to be outdone.
Lower to the ground rosemary simply breathes.
Society garlic stands tall, staunch in her odor.
So many others fill the space with offerings,
offerings my nose has not yet recognized,
untrained as it is in the incredible uniqueness of each living thing
presenting to us its very breath in subtle sweetness.
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First Light
At sunrise, smell the dew still rising,
its yeasty scent contained in every wet
blade, beaded along the lip of the iris.
Throw back your shoulders and inhale
this rich brew composed like a symphony:
tree and grass, rubber tires from the
highway, the crush of eggshell from the
hatchlings along the fence. Hear the
first rumblings of the tractors rushing
to plant the last of the seed corn, the
fragile elixir of blueberries along the
garden’s edge. Crush the chives with
your fingers and then the oregano.
Wake up your senses to what will be
gone once the sun crests the ridge.
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