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”
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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
Perspective
In the moment, overwhelming feelingscan carry a heavy weight on your psyche.But then another day comes, a new weekbegins, slowly but surely, the intensityfades into the numbness of your mind. The storms of life will pass,for every feeling that feels likeit will live heavy on your mindfor all of time is actually momentary.The rain willContinue reading “Perspective”
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.
New and Strange
Days are shorteningthe air is still thickwith summer heatI try my best to remainafloatmy mind wanders awayI patiently wait for itsinevitable returnmy eventual returnto the presentwhat a gift it isto see the moonconsistently changingas do we, always evolving always growing intonew and strange versionsof who we are becoming.
Kelly Severseike 