the way life should be – Kelly Severseike

It’s Happening

Spring has finally arrivedonly took a month to makeher debut in this humble year.I embrace her fully as shesaunters into the day as thoughshe’s not held off her entrance,leaving us all freezing forfar too long, leaving us questioningif she was ever going to show up.But she does and we thank her for it,the birds singContinue reading “It’s Happening”

a little poem filled with gratitude

I wasn’t a beach person. I hate sand, the feeling of it Between my toes is less than ideal. Being overheated and running out of Water while lounging was always my deal. Not choosing how long I was there Caused me to be restless. This was until I lived by a beach. Paying attention toContinue reading “a little poem filled with gratitude”

Memories Exist in Places

I walk up the stairs Moments of coming back Every summer flash Through my mind And I start to cry. The struggle to get Suitcases up and down, The many falls I took, Slipping halfway down Then sliding the rest of the way Everyone asking if I was okay. Little memories I will always HoldContinue reading “Memories Exist in Places”

Afternoon Walk

Autumn leaves in-between telephone poles guide me down the road as I go passed places I have always known this place has always felt like home

Late August

Laughter fills the night As I say goodbye to my twenties Stars barely visible behind the clouds Should have been raining by now And yet it was nice enough to have a fire Then stand out on the dock Reflecting on the day we had The weather stayed nice for longer Than the weatherman saidContinue reading “Late August”

reading spots

on a park bench under a tree facing the beach on the beach toes in the sand away from the sun under the sun on a chair in the grass on the grass by a campfire facing a lake next to lake in a camp under a lamp using a lamp to finish a bookContinue reading “reading spots”

Grateful

The morning began with stillness. I watched as the sun rose over the horizon and filtered through the trees, still half asleep. My mother’s childhood bedroom, flower wallpaper, a quilt on the chair in the corner, two small vases on the window sill. I’d wake up most mornings I slept here and watched this viewContinue reading “Grateful”