In the field of flowersa distant memory of summera photo from my mothera gift from the futurefrom the southern hemisphere the pure joy of flowerstheir colors light upunder the cloudy daythe warmth of weatherallows them to staya delight I admirea pure warmth ofmy soul as snowfalls out my windowin the present.
Tag Archives: summer
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.
Transition
Mornings whenthe sun shines redamong the hazefrom fires northof the borderI sit at my deskstare at the oceanfeeling the transitionas summer slips awayinto the memoriesI will only half-remember… I see the temperaturedropped to degreesI haven’t seensince spring.
daily practice
look uplook outtouch grasssmell airsee waveslaugh hardstay latestart earlybreathe deepwear socksgo barefootfeel warmthknow yourselfaccept yourselfbe weirdfeel emotionsfree yourselffrom thecage youfind yourselfin thedaily practiceof reality
Sturgeon Moon
Two evenings beforethe sturgeon moonI saw this sightthat left me in awe.I headed towardsthe ocean in search ofmaybe seeing a mirrorto make sense of whatI was feeling.Joy floating through my veins –catching up witha dear friend,slowing down aftera busy few months,the significance ofnew possibilities thatcould await meif I so choose.
Postcards
Your postcards now hangin my living room,I took two of them off the wallin your kitchen,moved them downthe roadwhere I seethe ocean whileI write this poem.The middle onewas by your bedsidewhen you died.I look at themand see allthe memories,all the summersI came hometo see youwhere I now callmy own.I carry your lovein your handwritingwith meContinue reading “Postcards”
Observations From A Quiet Morning
Listening to the birds singI drink my morning coffeeI will not finish.I wrestle my thoughtscalming them down the waya teacher tries to get1st graders attention“Shhhhh, if everyone speaksall at once, no one will be heard.”
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.
Spirals
In the summerthe spiralsof my minddrift differently.They lingerlonger –causingthe hazeto steadyinstead ofdissipate.I wanderthroughoutthe busynessof the seasonremaining withmy mouth atthe surfacemy bodyunderneaththe waves.
Here Is Where I Am Grateful
I listen to loons singwatch an eagle fly overheadremind myself to feel the airleave my lungsslow down for the momentits so easy to get lostin the busyness of the seasonso much going on time slipsthrough the crackswhile I’m not lookingbut here is where I watchthe sky turn pinkand appreciate the breezeagainst my tanned skinhere isContinue reading “Here Is Where I Am Grateful”
Kelly Severseike 