poems

  • the pines

    these pines mean more to me than I ever thought they would, and I think they know me better walking through the pines is complete first, the green, everywhere, all the time, unless you’re counting the larches and that’s only for a few weeks and almost nowhere, anyway next, the smell i understand why they…

  • walking by the lake on the first of october

    golden light on golden leaves refracted in water i can see straight through have i ever been as pure or as golden as this place is my soul as clean as the places i feel so connected to do i seek out these places because something deep inside me feels known by them or, do…

  • i’ve been feeling like my old self again and for once that feels like a good thing my favorite thing about the old me was how much she loved her own company she knew the freedom in stillness – somewhere, i lost that but i want to find it again i am finding it, again…