~Moments~

 The tea

Has already been spilled

In a beautiful kaleidoscope

That fall away

And comes tiger again

On the wood dusted ground

Amber light

Covers everything

A overwhelming juniper tree stretching

Outstretching branches

Spiderwebs

The sunlight looks strange through

Brown benches border

This courtyard

Of my childhood

Only now revealing

That I’ve always held onto

The small moments

That's all I was raised

To expect

Little moments

That feel fine but only

After coffee

Pages of books

Making way for better days

Though torn and frayed

~Sarah Mahina Calvello