we meet again

novemberhello september

i had been awaiting

your return to

bring back the season that

my heart perpetually yearns

and here we meet again

make your visit true

take the world as your canvas

and paint it brand new

caught in the midst

of the vibrant arrays

i cant help but fall for

your crisp autumn days

…………

Just a little poetry in honor of the new month, and the coming of my favourite season… I actually had a request for more posts like this, so I am really glad to share more of my work. If there are any other posts that you would like to see, please don’t hesitate to drop them in the comments section. In the meantime, I hope you guys have a great month, and thanks for reading!

picnic with you

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a cardinal perches

on branches overgrown

critiquing the moves

of kings and queens below

the chessboard empties

as knights gallop away

taking another loss

until a rematch someday

strolling down a trail

natures sings its tune

concluding a perfect

picnic with you


Just reminiscing on a recent adventure of mine… I love this song too, so I thought I would attach it as well. I also want to know: Do you guys want to see full playlist posts on here again? I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments, and I hope you enjoyed this!

-until tomorrow-

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I spent two weeks up in the mountains letting my mind run free as heavy thoughts vanished beyond the horizon. I found myself drifting with the clouds forgetting everything as I became lost in their ethereal glow… Poetic thoughts began cascading through my mind, and I embraced them despite the occasional absence of paper. As the last ray of sunlight gently caressed the earth, I smiled as it kissed me goodbye and felt comforted by the remnants of such a beautiful day. I watched it fade against the pastel sky and paint a silhouette of the distant mountains. Soon, the warm hues began to dissolve, and the stars began to shine…

I sighed, “until tomorrow”


Already missing this, grandma… Thank you so much for having us over, and I will see you again soon. Love you!

secret messages

sky

unspoken thoughts

float on paper wings

carried by the wind

softly glowing

secret messages

paint the sky

embers burn

as the heart flies

what could be

what should be

what would be

what is

you will never know

writing secret messages


Did you enjoy this? What are your thoughts? Would you like to see more poetry? Thanks for reading!

Before the dawn

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“Night is always darker before the dawn

and life is the same, the hard times will

pass, every thing will get better and

sun will shine brighter than ever.”

~Ernest Hemingway

During a time like this, it can be difficult to see the light in the struggle, and negativity seems to surround us in the aftermath of COVID-19… Fear continues to grow, and so many people are left desperate for relief as the impact becomes more widespread.

It is easy to feel consumed in this darkness, but it is our own decision how we are going to react to it. There is still so much to be thankful for, and we must keep these things close to heart despite the hardships. Things will not stay this way forever, and there is always sunshine behind the storm. Remember Ernest Hemingway’s words and know that hope is never lost. It may take some time to get back up, but when we do, we will be stronger than we ever were before!


I just wanted to share this inspiring poem because it is so relevant to what we are all going through right now. I hope that this reflection was moving or gave you a new perspective as it did for me… Feel free to share your own poems or quotes in the comments section, and I hope that you have  a great rest of the week!

beach glass

beachglass

in my hand I hold a story

washed away by the sands of time

 

a fragment of the past

beaten and forgotten

stripped from depths that never saw the light

 

lost among the wreckage

of a perilous journey for years

it somehow found its way to me

 

but I cannot retell its tale

for its origins are still a mystery

forever lost under the waves

 

through all the uncertainty,

I know that I am holding

a connection to the past

 

a beautiful piece of beach glass


I recently took a walk along the shore and recovered a few pieces of beach glass that inspired me to write this. I began to wonder if they are a hundred year old remains from a shipwreck or simply a bottle that fell overboard… They could be anything, and the possibilities seemed endless. I think it is amazing to consider the story behind something so simple, and the history of something in my hand. What are your thoughts on this?

Golden leaves

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do you hear that?

the echo of the trees

conversing among each other

dispersing messages in the breeze…

 

do you see that?

the array of golden leaves

painting the earth’s canvas

 letting beauty run free…


I was walking to class the other day, but I had to stop to take a picture of this beautiful moment. It also inspired me to write a poem, so I thought I would share it with all of you.

Also, I am loving this song.

I am in the process of putting together this month’s playlist, so be on the lookout for that as well. I hope you all have a great rest of the week, and thanks for reading!

Do you have any plans for Thanksgiving? What are your thoughts on this post? Did you like the song? Has anything inspired you recently? 

my old friend

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Autumn,

I have awaited your arrival since the start of September.

Upon your return, you bring soft hues

that warm my soul through the chill of October.

There is so much to tell you, and a lot on my mind.

The leaves are falling as am I.

Acoustics drift through the silence

as cider steams from my hand.

On the porch, I have been waiting for you.

Hello, my old friend.


Just a little bit of free verse this morning to welcome my favorite season… What are your thoughts on Autumn? Did you enjoy this post? Happy Fall!

‘Don’t Be Beautiful’

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“They keep saying that beautiful is something a girl needs to be.

But honestly? Forget that. Don’t be beautiful.

Be angry, be intelligent, be witty, be klutzy, be interesting,

be funny, be adventurous, be crazy, be talented-

there is an eternity of other things

to be other than beautiful.

And what is beautiful anyway

but a set of letters strung together to make a word?

Be your own definition of amazing, always.

That is so much more important than anything beautiful, ever.”

______________

 Nikita Gill

–a summer stroll–

strolling

I spent my day…

strolling through the heart of town

exploring new flavors at a local cuisine

 

shopping around gift-shops

taking short breaks from the summer heat

 

keeping coconut refreshments close at hand

letting the blissful sun stroke my skin with every gentle ray

 

I spent my day

strolling through the heart of this beautiful town…