The daffodils
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
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
Outside, the sky is dappled
The clouds are dark and swirl
Like a river rock
Like a secret
Trying to forgive
And forget
Closer to the sun
Ever-reaching out
To empty space
Curved pieces of ice hang
Changing in the midmorning sky
It just goes
On and on
A startling dream
Between green pines
Almost black
Leaning against
The pale sky
The smell of fresh moving water
Soundless glass
Slowly accepting
Things I can’t change
A place
Where time
Can wash
It all away
Twists and turns
Were supposed
To go through
Little wonders
Of moments
That hang
In the air
There’s always
Love to repair
Trying to see
What lies beyond
The busy streets
of life
