Winter arrived earlyIn mid-NovemberAn abrupt breakin the atmosphere marking the end of autumnand the start of winterwithout warningwe brace of the wavesthere’s a sense of calmthat comes fromthe surprise of seasonsbefore they’re meantto happen.
Category Archives: Prose
Lovely Days
To a sea coast town in mid-November quiet streets summer touristsa distant memory Christmas lights strung on treescold wind welcomesearly winter weather we wander through bookstores and gift shopshave tea at a coffee shopsmall pumpkins on window sillslooking out at a low-tide harbor boats above puddles of wet sandheart in my matchaI appreciate these lovelyContinue reading “Lovely Days”
Pay Attention
I spiral out I spiral backthe thought patternsslowly fade the moreI pay attentionnaming what islets go of the gravity ofmy fickle imagination I look up I look outappreciating the colors aboveuntil they blanketthe ground
Perspective
In the moment, overwhelming feelingscan carry a heavy weight on your psyche.But then another day comes, a new weekbegins, slowly but surely, the intensityfades into the numbness of your mind. The storms of life will pass,for every feeling that feels likeit will live heavy on your mindfor all of time is actually momentary.The rain willContinue reading “Perspective”
Spooky Season
Wandering through a graveyard,a classic east coast eventto participate in at leastonce every autumn.The sun flares throughthe leaves that willblanket the groundthe next week inflaming orange colors.For now, the air is crisp,the changing seasonswill soon take effect.The ghosts will danceas pumpkins line alongthe stone wall and childrenrun by laughing with candyin large pillowcases.
Gratitude
Summer rain one August eveningopened up a rainbow across the roada fading twin in the background —ah, what a moment!The pure delight of naturedoesn’t go unnoticed.
Fleeting
In a season of change,I give grace to myselfas time continues to flowbeyond my fingertips.I breathe in deep appreciationfor the changing colorsof the leaves, showing the beautyof the earth as they shed fromthe trees. This time is fleeting,winter is coming, enjoy the colorswhile you see them.
Transition
Mornings whenthe sun shines redamong the hazefrom fires northof the borderI sit at my deskstare at the oceanfeeling the transitionas summer slips awayinto the memoriesI will only half-remember… I see the temperaturedropped to degreesI haven’t seensince spring.
32
I am now the ageof my favorite numberin elementary school.8x416x248-16128÷428+4When I got 32as the answeron a timed math sheetmy body would relax.My brain didn’thave to do the math -it just knew the answer.
daily practice
look uplook outtouch grasssmell airsee waveslaugh hardstay latestart earlybreathe deepwear socksgo barefootfeel warmthknow yourselfaccept yourselfbe weirdfeel emotionsfree yourselffrom thecage youfind yourselfin thedaily practiceof reality
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