The shift between
morning and night
the beauty of
winter light
the touchstones of
a mental shift
the more I follow patterns
the more I can sense
the sudden change
awareness of reaction
the entering of depression
I greet with a loving gaze
knowing it’s here to visit
for it will not stay
the more I observe it
the shorter it will remain
the only hope I have
these days is knowing
the calm I have
will steady itself
the feelings I have
are visitors that will
eventually see themselves out
Kelly Severseike 