Poetry. Mental Health. Wellness. Cooking.
I published this poem on Instagram last year around Christmas before I had really begun publishing my poetry and thought I would also share it here finally. It's mornings like these, when snow falls steadily,like a blanket over the city,that I wish to stay to stopto pauseto breath it inthat snow smelland to just watch … Continue reading Morning Snowfall
This poem was written about a pair of ravens that were nested close to our apartment throughout the pandemic. We would listen for their calls, and looked for them each day when out walking. We were graced with a few chance sightings of these beautiful birds. Her croaking voice a haunting call. To stand in … Continue reading The Raven
Where do the geese go when they leave for the winter? Are they journeying home, or are they going away? If you stopped to ask them, I wonder what they would say. Do they enjoy the trip, the chance to soar? I wonder how they came to wander, what made that first goose take to … Continue reading The Geese
Crickets calling,like the sleigh bells of summer. Ringing out their magic in the night.Filling the dark with twinkle and delight. Down far below my window.Oh, how I'll miss your songs come the long, cold, winter. All poetry and artwork are my own original works. Please do not download, copy paste, or otherwise use them without … Continue reading Crickets
Oh soft summer breeze,come caress my warm cheek,sweep across my hot brow. Lift from me my worries,my stress,my shame. Fill me with hopes,dreams,and calm. Send my spirit up into the leaves,to new heights,and a new perspective. Oh soft summer breeze,help me rest,help me sleep. So that I can waketo live again. All poetry and artwork … Continue reading Summer Breeze
You've been gone so longit makes me wonder sometimesif you ever really were. A distant memory nowthat someone could almost make me believeyou were just a figment of my vivid imagination. And yet,deep in my bones,in the pit of my stomach,I know that you were. Without a doubt,you were here. Right here.Tangible,living and breathing.And being … Continue reading You Were
Sparkles.The light glimmers and bounces off the water. The air is thick with the smell of weeds and mud.The trees hum with the vibrations of insects.The leaves rock back and forth in the gentle breeze. A single boat splits the surface of the water sending ripples off, out onto the shores. Turtles pop up their … Continue reading River Beach
In a world that says "there is so much to get done" in so little time,birthdays can feel like checkpoints,where we aren't sure if we'll measure upto where we are "supposed to be by now." Like the minute hand ticking on the clock in the exam roomwhen you still have too many questionsleft to answer. … Continue reading Blessed Birthday
The singing of the cicadas fills my ears. They are singing their last song before the rain and the frosts come,and they die. Their children will slumber through the winter and emerge next summer,to sing their song again. The song of their ancestors. Their song of sweet vibrations is a reminder to live nowas before … Continue reading Cicada Song
This darkness is fuel. Don't run from it,don't fight it,grab hold of it. Grow from it.Explore it. Let it be thisthat inspires and feeds your return to the light. It can't consume youunless you let it. All poetry and artwork are my own original works. Please do not download, copy paste, or otherwise use them … Continue reading Darkness
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