Before Coffee

The rhythm of the morningbegins with the lightcoming in through closed blindsI catch inspirationthrough the magicof believing anything is possible…Before reality or the state of where I findmyself mentally comes inwith all the reasonswhy not to write.The weightlessness that comesfrom a glass of winehas long faded withanother version of meI will reckon with later.For now,Continue reading “Before Coffee”

January Snow

Snow used to causeso much anxiety in my body.I could never appreciate the beauty of January snow,all I focused on the harmit could bring to me.Now I pause to admirethe quiet of a morningwith the snow falling.The years have taught meto trust myself traveling.Roads will be clearedin time to venture out.Drive slow on snowy roadsIContinue reading “January Snow”

Sea Foam

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”

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

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”