~Routine~

 Delicate icy,

Dangling teardrops

Of trees

Falling forward

Only to unbend

Up again

Sparkling like

Sweetly cut glass

Hope crystalizes 

Among the 

Quiet blue silhouettes 

Hazy cold

Blending into nothing

But vapor

Kona coffee

With chunky sweaters

Whip cream

The little things

To make a good morning

It’s never too late

To do the right thing

I like that

After all,

We’re all trying

To fight through

The monotony

Of routine

Flowers sleep

In forgotten warmth

Leaves starts to fall

~Sarah Mahina Calvello