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I feel like 28 (for me at least)is about shaking off the last of the insecurity of your early twenties,and the anxious fervor of your mid twenties,and beginning to settle into the comfort and healthy boundaries of your 30s. I no longer need flashy things, although they're fun.But I crave comfort and softness and ease.Deeper … Continue reading 28
I don’t think there is anything quite as beautiful or magical as the sparkle of undisturbed freshly fallen snow. As the morning sun rises to find its noon hour pinnacle casting a thousand rainbows in all directions. Or as it sets and gently casts a pink, purple, and buttery yellow glowacross the millions of tiny … Continue reading A Thousand Rainbows In All Directions
First in tiny flecks, then like tufts of cotton. Drifting, floating, dancing down. The world slows, becomes quiet and muffled. The dark tree branches the only contrast on a grey sky, creating a soft silhouette. So peaceful, tranquil. One can do nothing else but stop, look up, and twirl with arms outstretched to catch a … Continue reading Living Snow Globe
In this season, as in every other, there will be joy, there will be comfort to be found in the familiar. But there will also be more hardship. And even if we don't always see it, or hear it, or feel it, time will keep ticking, no faster, and no slower than before. All poetry … Continue reading Blessing for the Season Ahead
This is a poem I wrote in the last two weeks, it isn't entirely right, but I couldn't help but share it anyway. Spring and summer turn to late summer. The bright and pale yellow light becomes a deep golden colour and reaches out across once green lawns. The grass now is somewhat straw-like and … Continue reading Late Summer Special Magic
This poem is dedicated to fighting for climate justice and published on Earth Day April 22, 2022. Gentle water lapping on the lakeside,water like an aged mirrorreflecting the soft colours of the evening sky. Blue tinged with soft pinks and yellows,the scene so still.A tiny moment in timespent reflecting on life's louder moments. A beautiful … Continue reading What World Will Be Left?
Ah, the changing of the seasons. The turning of the globe,the shifting of the sun in the sky.The never-ending circle and cycle. Ever changing, ever growing, ever dying. We anticipate, we embraceand we grieve your rhythms. You reflect the churning within us all. Your chapters of darkness.Your chapters of light,of shedding and letting go,and of … Continue reading The Changing of the Seasons
Blinding.Bright.Cleansing. Beams of warmth stretched out long.Piercing through only on the coldest of winter days.Glistening off the frozen earth. Invigorating.Energizing. The source of life in the North.An open sky like no other season, crystal clear and shining.The softest of blues. All of these cold months are not dark, but interspersed with brilliant light. Bringing with … Continue reading Winter Sun
The winds of change are blowing outside. Rocketing.Howling. Rattling the tree branches.Shaking the window panes. I rest inside my cozy house and watch the blustering and blowing.The rain streaming. I pray it does not come in,that it does not blow down my warm house. I think to the others who have no houses, who wander … Continue reading Winds of Change
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
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