Autumn Hues

Ithe weather was chillbut not chillylate September arrived quickly without noticeIII stepped outsideto enjoy thechanging seasonswearing more layersI made my wayaround aloopbefore I ateIIIthe sky left mebreathlessimpatiencelingered inmy stepsshoes rubbedmy heelsIVcolors on the treesbring me lifeand hope as markers of time movingchange welcomesthe small detailsholding themost meaning

The Moon

I look to the moonIn SeptemberAs the leaves changeInto mystical colorsDays before the switchIn seasonsAnd the weather cools.I hear the wavesRinging the bell at sea.I appreciate the skyAt dusk contrastWith the dark greenIn the evergreens.

Little Mantras

I note my progress aloudto remember when I’m feeling downhow far I’ve come, how I’ve changedin the ways over the years.Little mantras silence my inner criticwith evidence to back it up, I slowlylearn the process of being kind to myself.I change my thoughts, I fight old patterns,I inhale and exhale, reminding myself to begrateful inContinue reading “Little Mantras”

beyond the shores

the sound of fireworks echoes beyond the shores traveling inland at the speed of light crowds marvel at the sight oohs and ahhs at each colorful pattern dancing about the summer night sky street lights out eyes adjust to appreciate the gathering celebrating another year on these shores the freedom to be whoever you chooseContinue reading “beyond the shores”

The Story

The stories we tell change over time.Man loving woman was the story told to survive.This line of thinking no longer appliesYes it’s how new life is formedBut now we can love who we loveLoud and proud without needingTo follow what worked for others.There’s so much shame aroundChanging the stories when reallyShaming someone for loving someoneInContinue reading “The Story”

remembrance

We gathered togetherTo remember and celebrate The beloved patriarch Of our family.Stories were shared,Memories were madeAround a camp fireOn a boatZooming aroundThe lake.I took stockObserving my familyIn all differentStages of our lives.

Grief is a Funny Thing

Grief is a funny thing.In that there’s no one wayor right way to grievesomeone passing.It’s not a straight line,it’s scattered all overthe place, sometimesit’s difficult to pick upthe piecesto begin the process ofunderstanding the depththat was left behind.If the person was in pain,you’re happy they’reat peace.If the person was wronged,you’re left shockedand angered bytheir exit.EmotionsContinue reading “Grief is a Funny Thing”

Streaks of Light

I am grateful to see the sun when I get out of work.I am grateful for the colorful skies and warmer weather.I am grateful for long walks and slow mornings.I am grateful for the streaks of light that brighten my day.I am grateful for the changing season and new beginnings.

Returns

The rush of peopleThe pressureNot to slow others downLeaves me in shamblesAs I race up the jetwayInto the terminal.I stop to catch my breathAnd realize how shallowthe air sits in my lungs.A feeling I knewAll too well returnsWithin moments of movingThrough a spaceI once called home.The stress of travelLeaves me tiredUp thirteen hoursOnly to arriveJustContinue reading “Returns”

First Hour

The first hour of my day is quiet.I take my medication and wait.Sometimes I fall back asleep.Sometimes I’m left with my own thoughts.I reflect on what I dreamed, how well I slept,what I want to write.I’ve learned to leave my phoneon my nightstand.I notice the light in my room,how my muscles feel.I move from oneContinue reading “First Hour”