Saturday morning
a blank slate of a day
I closed my door
music in my ears
happy to explore
with no errands to run
or people to see
I felt the freedom of
no expectations on me
just a human, just a woman
admiring the beauty surrounding me
salt air in my lungs, sun in my eyes
as I write this poem in my notebook
sitting on a bench on the coast
it doesn’t feel like December
with this slight chill, soft breeze
for that I’m grateful
counting my many blessings
as this year comes to a close.
note – the title of this poem is a lyric in the song “Little Life” by Cordelia.
Kelly Severseike 