Lit

A gray cloud of hope escapes my mouth

It swirls around my head and seeps into my curls

“I want to keep it.” I told my husband.

But he didn’t hear me.

The moon shines down and trees pass us by

“I saw two shooting stars.” He states.

But I’m busy trying to smell the hope in my curls

To see the moon

And to admire the trees

Silence becomes us

But our minds, they’re lit up like Christmas trees

-Saschia

For You

These words are for you

I can see each one

placed in your palm

as a thoughtful gift

to encourage you

to lift your spirit from the pit

let’s exchange these words

for your heavy load

I’ll keep it short

I just want you to know

You’re something special

Meticulously created from freckle

To freckle

and in between them there’s your smile

It melts my heart

These words are yours and will be here when you need them

or when you feel alone

Will Write For Tomorrow

Light in the distance

A globe or maybe an orb

It flits around the corners of my heart

Dashes against the edges of my mind

I look and touch and smell

What it may be like

I want things a way

Smooth oiled machines

But life isn’t so oiled

It’s jagged and rough

There are times when moments

Connect seamlessly and those I pocket

And dissect later

But mostly it takes work

and prayer

and sweat

-Saschia

Coming Back To Life

The bare trees will begin to bud again

the flowers will crack through the soil

and bloom and amaze us with their colors

We will thaw and glisten under the warm sun

and our thoughts will be on simple things

like picnics with fresh berries and huge sandwiches

or beach days scented of sea salt and sunblock

those days are coming where we

will come to life once again

-Saschia

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