It's a beach day
with seagulls
shashaying toward
waters golden
Clouds are lucid
clotted cream
in the
morning dew
and I
don't quite know
how to feel
Yearning
a stranger
thought familiar
turned out
to be
just a cloud
chiming laughter
burns the past
Lingering longer
with weeping sunsets
if you had seen it,
you would understand
like aging,
seems to stay too long
the water
plays well
discovering secrets
with the growing shadows
time seems
too close for comfort
breath circles
light and breaks
like a beach shell
to ignite
a new dream
Sarah Mahina Calvello
Willows sway
Long and lingering
Leaving me
To contemplate
their touch
Tickling breath
Of a new wind
Under an
Unbridled moon
Where fate
Can fly free
Unheard sighs
Silhouettes of
Mosaic light
Fractured but whole
Yearning
Free
But not
Knowing what
To wish for
Prairie skies
Lay open,
Lay waiting
Along with
Pearls of
Dogwood blossoms
Easy and careless
Widening silence
That seems
To be kept at bay
A dream
Emerging
Sarah Mahina Calvello
The daffodils
Are sprouting out
In this honey afternoon
Stark mosaics
A warm season breeze
Suspended
A quiet place
To sit
To ignore
The chaos
A place
With no sound
Achingly beautiful
A daffodils lament
Scones and honey
Softly sweet
Lazy birds
On a syrupy breeze
Clouds of
Clotted cream
Fly over me
This sanctuary
Is unexpected
Time to
Sit a spell
Never forgetting
Past missteps
The ones
That lead me here
Ghosts linger
In these cobblestones
Hope goes meandering
But always comes home
Back to comfort
Sarah Mahina Calvello
Through the cracks
looking at lightening
where the light bends
birds lingering
in the lightest blue sky
stark against
the dark trees
early morning air
smells like
freshly bottled water
crisp dream
seems like
a magic time
between time
and I am suspended
the quiet corners
where hope
hides
by Sarah Mahina Calvello
Pages of books
Make way
For better days
Though torn and frayed
I wonder
If we’re
Going anywhere
This life
Isn’t tangible
It really isn’t
Here’s to
The moment
Drink it in
Like fine wine
The moment
When I built
A new garden
As the shadows grew long
To mark
The passing time
Stones in the path
Like secrets
Wind around
Mismatched grasses
Contained
Yet wild
The two purples
Of the Japanese iris
Petals like beautiful,
Crumbled paper
An open shell statue
That water passes through
Misbehaving in
The mid morning sun
I don’t sleep well lately
Days and nights
Blend together
In a kaleidoscope fog
I would be doing better
If there was a break in between
There’s are no highs
Without lows
Isn’t that
A gas?
Sarah Mahina Calvello
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
It was
An Autumn moon
The truest blue
Makes me
Miss you
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 air
Alone
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
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,
Marmalade skies
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
