The bubbling sound of the sea lingers in the below-freezing air as it hits the rocks covered in a light dusting of morning snow. It reminds me of soda. Winter. The changing of weather patterns makes my body repel from outside activity but I seek out the sea regardless for its beauty and mystery compelsContinue reading “Sea Foam”
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In-Between
The week in-betweenholidays is quiet. Everyone unsure of what they should be doing,little work to get done. The northern hemisphere has frozen over, it’s prettyto look at but coldto go into. The days of the yearcome to a close, I amgrateful for allthat has happened,thankful there’s moreto come.
Outer Edge
Here is where I find myself —in the patience of a momentdetached from beginnings or endssimply being on the outer edgeof the morning.I fold my legs under my deskthe way I’ve done since I wasin kindergarten, crisscrossapplesauce chants in my head.Slowly, I write as I focuson breath holds to combat anyanxiety ruminating on the outset.IContinue reading “Outer Edge”
First Snow
The beginning of a new erasnow has quietly graced uswith its ever loving presence.I admire the flakes fallingwhile taking the timethe following day todig out my car fromthe blanket it left behind.At sunset, I see throughthe leaveless treesas we drive I admirethe change that brought usback to the end ofthe year in preparationfor the next.
In Motion
The cycles of life -trees lose their leavesthe sun sets mid-afternoonlaundry needs to be cleaneda poem is written within minutesenjoy the moment even whenit’s a mundane taskappreciate the beauty inthe bare treescatch the sunsetif you’re facing eastat 4 PM
Calm
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.
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
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.
Kelly Severseike 