Peonies
A hot cup of tea
A warm hug
Like the sweetest
Of ribbons
That’s for me
The key
To happiness
Is a breath
Of fresh air
Alone
Rain clatters
On the backyard window
Like soft glass
There are
No highs
Without lows
Isn’t that a gas?
Quiet willows
Brush the cold glass
Like hushed laughter
Across honey fragile
Marmalade skies
Twilight starts
A prelude
To the moon’s comfort
You miss the light
In hindsight
My secrets
Come out
Like water
Like the finest wine
It was
An autumn moon
The truest blue
Makes me
Miss you
Sarah Mahina Calvello
