Poetry

When I was younger

I always wanted to

 smell like old roses.

The thorns on the flowers

 amazed me.

I loved how people 

Anticipatory joy – the feeling of knowing good is coming.

i know it isn’t for sure yet–but i can almost feel it

the way the snow whispers down my back 

She cares

It’s like she felt the pain

In my heart

And understood it

All at once

She listens as

The words fall out of my mouth

Living in today’s world is like living as an addict of constant entertainment.

I find myself searching “screen-free activities”

Whispers of warmth drifting through the air,

The security of being understood,

Such a great feeling,

If only it weren’t so fleeting.

Gentle laughs and puppy kisses,

Light squeezes of a hand,

Fall

is yawns and

a general

slowing-down of time.

The world is dipped in molasses

and comes out 

stickier

but sweeter than ever before.

And we,

in the world,

It's cold out

it's snowing

falling slowly

steadily

reassuringly

it brings a sense of calm

the world has begun the process of renewing;

once the snow melts

it will be spring

life will return

We watch snow fall like

Watching deer lie like

Watching leaves change like

Watching birds fly like

Watching waves crash like

Watching stars shine

the first snow

always elicits a sense

of wonder

in me

a feeling that

everything is new again

and that the world

is being reborn

entering a new phase

in its annual cycle

of growth

My words don't come

in anything other

than my voice, and

my voice doesn't come

in size-12 Times New Roman;

It comes in butterfly wings and 

cluttered poems and ideas that

You know I think it just struck me I was sitting here reading summer poems tasting raspberry popsicles on my tongue but looking out the window,

 it's snowing out 

and the trees and stone wall and everything,

For the longest time

I have thought magnolias were overrated,

But maybe I had thought that because I had never seen them

Now, they are my favorite flowers