one of the
hardest lessons is to
be patient
when becoming
something you've never been
circles of mist
linger around us
the trembling afterglow
it's so so cold
all I want now
is a cup of coffee
to melt myself
fate does have a way
of sticking it's foot out
and tripping you up
raspberries in maple syrup
warm up
my memories
solid and sure
a shawl
that I can
wrap around
my shoulders
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
taking a few detours
a few detours
in this mystery road
of life
but never
really getting lost
always finding
my way back
this morning,
I sang with a crow
outside my window
Bob Dylan
Boots of Spanish Leather
under the wildflower sky
as long as I'm alive,
I'll know you
there's a comfort
in that
you save me
cookies for my coffee
most of the time
so I guess
you're forgiven
when the days
are unfolding
not afraid
of the busy confusion
detected
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
time passes
like water
playing over rocks
wayward trees
in a lonely garden
feeling pulled
in one direction
but still resisting
no compromise
can't give into
the shiny people
shashaying by
flowers sleep
in forgotten warmth
leaved start to fall
tangled and weary
spilling into
their own sillhoettes
the deepest blue
of shadows
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
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
Leaves turning cold
Light turning Colder
Standing in the moonlight
Catch my breath
Flowers sleep
In forgotten warmth
Soft trees whisper
It’s a
Chapter ending
but beginning
Time sneaks up
Too close to ignore
A good time
For moon-viewing
And hot chocolate
Breath circles wind
Walking down the path
Leaves turn to color
Waiting for the sun
In the warmth
Of an embrace
Reflective
Red embers
Of shiny leaves
Nothing left
To be wanting
Just like
A dream
Laughing flowers
Tremble and nod
Until were both dizzy
In the glaring sun
A new plant for the garden
Afternoon tea
Seems to be the answer
In the
Month of affection
Anticipating
Happy Skylarks
Flit in between
New sunlight
Finding yourself
In the new grass garden
Stolen moments
In the shadows
No more questions
Only newness
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
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
New
Waiting for the new light
In this darkness
Turn the page
Start a new chapter
It’s better there
Hidden in the cool green shadows
Trees with bent branches
Reach
Vanishing in the haze
A different way
To be
Ticking clocks
Kaleidoscope of pendulums
On the ground
New inspiration
To find
The right
Full apples
Turned golden
a flicker
of light
Echos of things
I have said
The light resides here
Waiting to
Be followed
I wish the fruit
Of summer could always be fresh
And ripe
Blackberry and spinach salad
Blackberry wine
Memories comfort the shadows
you can write rhymes
but you can't
write mine
Sometimes good intentions
Don’t come across
So well
I’ll try to
join you
in the night
Something
in your smile
you know
Pulls me
Full moon
When nothing
Is reserved
Light up
My darkness
Holds me
Together
In this
Strage
Sweet dream
I live for
Little moments
Like this
Lost
In silence
My heart
is on the run
Until it’s
found a home
If you don’t try
You look foolish
I will
Remember you
Take me
The way I am
a china doll
Wayward in the world
Meandering and swaying
Boxes in a row
It’s only about
what you know
if you’re happy
in the same shoe’s
The days
Don’t slow down
Such a blunder
sometimes
I even wonder
Right here waiting
For something hazy
Right here
Waiting
For something true
Tomorrow creeps
on the petty wings
of everyday
So close
But really,
An ocean away
One step closer,
Unfolding
My days
~Birds~
everyday passes by
and you can barely see
huddled within yourself
layers upon feathery layer
a folded winter flower
thick and cold with wear
you’ve missed so many birds
bare and black
on whispers of gray branches
icy circles in the cold gray
you wait
almost not knowing
what for anymore
hold onto the good
and let go of the bad
like breathing
like something more
a liquid sigh trembles
in the drowsy shadows
Sarah Mahina Calvello
always a pace
ar two ahead
we are orphans of
the storm
the white trumpets
of flowers climb
thanks for
making me smile
I drowned
I faltered
breath
of heartbeat
skipped
Sooner or later
The days
Will prevail
All that glitters
isn’t gold
You have to shift through
To get to the good
Go for
the moon
Now and then
there’s a light
in the darkness
Pay more attention
to silence
it vibrates
among the
Echo’s
Listen to
All the mismatched sounds
We missed
