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”
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So It Goes
By the wateralong the roadI follow my stepsor so it goes.The little thingspass the timetry to findmagic in the ordinary sanity in the chaos. I find the magic but questions left unanswered for I cannot seethe full picture yet I remain steadyfor all I can control isme, myself, and Isomehow I have sanityout of theContinue reading “So It Goes”
Dial
Changing the dial on the stories we tell ourselves. Choosing positivity over spiraling. Embracing exhaustionwhen sleep doesn’t come, thankful for warmth of our bodies. Sometimes the mindchooses to race, let it run for eventually it will circle back around.
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”
In-Between
The week in-betweenholidays is quiet. Everyone unsure of what they should be doing,little work to get done. The northern hemisphere has frozen over, it’s prettyto look at but coldto go into. The days of the yearcome to a close, I amgrateful for allthat has happened,thankful there’s moreto come.
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.
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.
Years Without A Word
March 31, 2023 at 10:54 PMI haven’t written a word in a poem from inspiration in years. Life swept me away and off went my creativity. Four walls in large rooms and small rooms held my body still from seeing the beauty I once wrote in my poems. I haven’t worked on poetry. I readContinue reading “Years Without A Word”
Mirror
The evenings spent driving along the coast reminders of living my internal reality becomes a scapegoat when the waters become unstableI drive along finding peace within the colors in the east above the ocean the backdrop mirroring the sun saying goodnight I come back to myself when I escape for a bit I learn notContinue reading “Mirror”
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