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.
Category Archives: Prose
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
Sturgeon Moon
Two evenings beforethe sturgeon moonI saw this sightthat left me in awe.I headed towardsthe ocean in search ofmaybe seeing a mirrorto make sense of whatI was feeling.Joy floating through my veins –catching up witha dear friend,slowing down aftera busy few months,the significance ofnew possibilities thatcould await meif I so choose.
Eight Snapshots of Change and Uncertainty
IThe trees have dark red, orange, and yellow leaves that cause me to say “awe” as I drive home. My favorite time of year. The crisp in the air makes the hair on my arms to stick up underneath my worn, pink sweater. The sight of these beautiful leaves allow me to ignore the uncertaintyContinue reading “Eight Snapshots of Change and Uncertainty”
Morning Moon
The early summer hoursbring back childhood patterns.Following the morning moon acrossthe sky as I travel from road toroad, I smile and count the craters.In my contentment, I embrace thisstate of peace fully. Right now,it’s just me, my thoughts, my music,and the moon. Real life doesn’t existoutside this existence, not right nowanyway.
Years Without A Word
March 31, 2023 at 10:54 PMI haven’t written a word in a poem from inspiration in years. Life swept me away and off went my creativity. Four walls in large rooms and small rooms held my body still from seeing the beauty I once wrote in my poems. I haven’t worked on poetry. I readContinue reading “Years Without A Word”
Kelly Severseike 