First Soft cool pillow contrasts With the warm sunlight cascading through the window A long languorous stretch, satisfying snap as muscles come back to life A soft stumble to the door, following The sizzle and smack of frying bacon Later The slight chill of the…

A walk through the leaves bundled up tight The little one laughing at the crunch The pup is trying to keep up My sweetheart collects kindling for the fire where We will melt marshmallows After eating stew from the pot A nightcap and a book…

Look around, Nature is meeting the sky. The birds are flapping their wings, As the leaves rustle along with the wind, While the plants wait patiently to unfurl their flowers. Even the Earth is awakening, To witness this beautiful harmony, Of Nature and Sky together,…

Awake to waves on pebbles The chinook sailing across the trees. Settle. Settle. The songs of sparrows Fresh of the meadow Last blinks of Venus As the sun scales Scrambles up and over the Missions To set the Big Sky ablaze Warmly slowing the icy…

Waking up to everything cleaned Organized No distractions Windows open Life opened with no guilt No shame Just happy to be Space big enough for love for containment for me The perfect day would be full of focus Full of creating Full of life Letting…

Buttery pancakes, Twisted sheets, Sleepy dogs, and you.

Little me was brave As she jumped into the river When the black umbrella fell in I really needed it It was going to rain I had to stay dry They found the umbrella later I heard mumma sob, it was battered I was glad…

I’m not gonna lie This day really hurts this time Because you aren’t here to celebrate with us. There’s no reason to buy a card a shirt no reason to contact you at all You wouldn’t get it Heaven doesn’t have a phone number or…

Ideally my steaming mug of rose tea would be brought to me and sweetly served. The steam would waft lazily above the flaky croissants bathed in a liquid honey bath. The sweet, pink bouquet would smile cheerfully and fill my room with pleasantries that please…

The flames from the fireplace ferociously heat my backside, As I keep my sights upon the desolate wintry fright. Frigid and wisped, the wind blows the panes. While my fingers trace a few letters on the bitter frosty bays. A glacial heat vibrates through me…