Jerri Miller
You know that moment? The one where a single leaf glides, sliding this way and that, until it touches the ground. Watching it makes everything else blur for a minute. It’s just you and the one, single, solitary leaf.Or that time when walking on a path in the woods, an entire rainstorm of leaves flit around you, falling at various speeds until they swirl on the path.These moments that seem so ordinary hold magic in that they can allow everything else to fall away, even if just for seconds.We often strive for extraordinary. We shun mediocre. But what if the ordinary is where the most power lives?This is what Poems from the Everyday explores and more.
