Lovely Days

To a sea coast town 
in mid-November 
quiet streets 
summer tourists
a distant memory 
Christmas lights 
strung on trees
cold wind welcomes
early winter weather 
we wander through 
bookstores and gift shops
have tea at a coffee shop
small pumpkins on window sills
looking out at a low-tide harbor 
boats above puddles of wet sand
heart in my matcha
I appreciate these lovely days

Pay Attention

I spiral out I spiral back
the thought patterns
slowly fade the more
I pay attention
naming what is
lets go of the gravity of
my fickle imagination 
I look up I look out
appreciating the colors above
until they blanket
the ground

Perspective

In the moment, overwhelming feelings
can carry a heavy weight on your psyche.
But then another day comes, a new week
begins, slowly but surely, the intensity
fades into the numbness of your mind. 
The storms of life will pass,
for every feeling that feels like
it will live heavy on your mind
for all of time is actually momentary.
The rain will fall, vanish into
the minutes in time and likely,
be lost in the memories you can
no longer recall.

Spooky Season

Wandering through a graveyard,
a classic east coast event
to participate in at least
once every autumn.
The sun flares through
the leaves that will
blanket the ground
the next week in
flaming orange colors.
For now, the air is crisp,
the changing seasons
will soon take effect.
The ghosts will dance
as pumpkins line along
the stone wall and children
run by laughing with candy
in large pillowcases.

Fleeting

In a season of change,
I give grace to myself
as time continues to flow
beyond my fingertips.
I breathe in deep appreciation
for the changing colors
of the leaves, showing the beauty
of the earth as they shed from
the trees. This time is fleeting,
winter is coming, enjoy the colors
while you see them.

New and Strange

Days are shortening
the air is still thick
with summer heat
I try my best to remain
afloat
my mind wanders away
I patiently wait for its
inevitable return
my eventual return
to the present
what a gift it is
to see the moon
consistently changing
as do we, always evolving 
always growing into
new and strange versions
of who we are becoming.

Milky Way

Late night, the sky comes to life.
Shooting stars subtly shoot across
the universe, blink and you'd miss it.
I find comfort in looking around and
seeing how small my problems are.
How the universe is much bigger than
anything I can possibly comprehend.
Watching the stars mirror the water below,
I let go of what I can control.

Limbo

Late summer hangs in limbo,
cold air floats in on the water.
The sun reminds me what will soon
exist only in my memories. So I soak up
every walk I can get while reminding
myself to remain present, it’s a beautiful
life, the heaviness is only as much as
I choose to carry it.