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.

Limbo

Late summer hangs in limbo,cold air floats in on the water.The sun reminds me what will soonexist only in my memories. So I soak upevery walk I can get while remindingmyself to remain present, it’s a beautifullife, the heaviness is only as much asI choose to carry it.

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.

On The Beach

People walkin the hazeI watchwith amazetheir abilityto remainstable wherethey cannotsee.They moveas if nothingspectactularis happeningin front ofthem, as ifthey coulddisappearand not beseen again.The body remainsgrounded toearth, the mindadjusts, normalizesthese unstabilizingmoments.