writing community – Page 2 – Kelly Severseike

hope

Last year at this time, uncertainty lingered heavy. There were too many unknowns, with people getting sick and many dying, no one knew what was going on. Wearing masks was a figment of an idea, nowhere near mandatory, people were stuck in their homes, too stressed to pick up their dog’s poop on their walks,Continue reading “hope”

Night Sounds

The train blares its horn as it travels by. I hear it throughout the night. The pipes screech when I turn off the water. Chocolate bubbles on the stove. The container pops when I secure the top. The dishwasher whistles at the beginning of its cycle. The pages of a library book rustle together asContinue reading “Night Sounds”

Loop Around The Sun

I watched a white plane loop around the sun, cross the crescent moon one sunny afternoon. The fallen snow from days before caught my attention. I looked away then looked back only to see it had vanished, fading into the soft blue sky slowly then all at once. It looped back time and time again,Continue reading “Loop Around The Sun”

Observations During A Blizzard

The dog burrows himself into the snow. This is his definition of heaven, loving every second of creating new paths in the backyard that will melt by the weekend. A robin moves from one unstable branch to the next, trying to withstand the 45 mph winds. Ice gets blown on to the window, creating uniqueContinue reading “Observations During A Blizzard”

Spring is Right Around the Corner

Yesterday, I went for a walk. I wore shorts. There was a change in the air. Spring is right around the corner. Warm weather is here! I walked for almost an hour. I took my time appreciating nature and the air in my lungs. Last week, I had hurt the muscles in-between my ribs whileContinue reading “Spring is Right Around the Corner”

The Journey of a Baby Plant

The plant I got for my birthday Withers in the cold air. It doesn’t do well in winter. The top of it’s stem is pink, Stressed from too much sun. I set it in the window sill And forgot to move it back To the small plate on the corner Of my desk where itContinue reading “The Journey of a Baby Plant”

Saturday Drive

I go on a drive looking for my old self.I listen to old music and sing along. Dixie Chicks and Bob Dylan,Songs from my childhood that have bled into my young adult years.The leaves have barely changedAs the season of summer is about to leave for the year.Saturday, 79 degrees, and endless blue skiesGuide myContinue reading “Saturday Drive”