Before dawn when the light leaks out of the sky
I find myself in the stillness again and again
Sometimes when I write poetry and return to it years later, I change it a bit. I add words here and there, I change the structure of a few lines. For me, my poems are always evolving year over year - a reflection of the shifts in my own life. The following four poems may be familiar to some of you, but if you encountered their earlier versions you may find something new in them now. Much of my work centers on the very simple daily experiences that are common to us all - waking up. Stepping outside on a cold day. Making a cup of tea or standing outside under the stars. We all inhabit this world, and go about our own ordinary lives in similar(and yet different) ways. This collection of poems is essentially a series of reflections on centering our existence in the ordinary with gratitude.
Before Dawn
early morning wind
presses the snow against
the door while the
darkest part of night leaks
out of the sky
sleepy eyes in the quiet dark
struggling to focus on the light
seeping under the door in a
wakeful way
finally the tumbling of children
across my feet pull me into
another winter morning.
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Keep scrolling for three more ordinary poems (+ a little gift from me to you) and when you’ve finished reading I’d love it if you shared a few of the ordinary moments you’ve collected in your own life this week.
Star Trail Night the gentle glow slowly disappearing, stars appearing apprehensively from their twilit hiding spots the ghostly fog of my warm breath sliding into the darkness as I shifted from foot to foot. this was a star trail night, the moon no longer visible but for a tiny sliver of a waning crescent the clouds long since gone a stunning visage left behind light against dark. dark against light something stirred inside me arms outstretched to embrace the sky Slow Days There are dishes in the sink (again) and a few piles of toys to take back upstairs. There are books to return to the library and shoes getting laced on the wrong feet by stubborn hands. There are skinned knees (and hands) needing a kiss before walking the rest of the way home from the playground and babies tucked under thick blankets hiding from the cold October wind. There are my own tired hands (always) wiping down counters after a late lunch while tears disrupt the sounds of laughter in the playroom - another human moment of learning to get along with each other, somehow. There is laundry hanging on the line (still) forgotten yesterday, but for now there’s warm tea in a mug and tiny fingers curled into my hair, the silence of a finally napping toddler and there’s always wisteria growing along the side of old brick houses
This Day, This Life
This life is a collection
of ordinary moments,
strewn about
the mind like laundry spilled
over the floor.
This garden we fill with seeds,
pushing radishes and peas
into fresh brown earth,
another season of life
twining around stakes,
ripe with fresh vegetables.
These books we replace
on the brimming shelves,
trying to fit in a few more.
These tomatoes we slice and throw
into salad bowls,
This table with cloth straightened
and vase of flowers off center
This postcard addressed to
a far away brother
and the clouds flowing across
the top of the horizon.
This morning's cup of
steaming tea
and the dogs that are begging
for a walk and attention.
These days that roll on
in the same slightly different
manner of the ones before.
May you enjoy collecting your own ordinary moments, and treasure them for the beauty of being alive that they are.
And to thank you for your continued support, I’ve made a couple phone wallpapers that you can you download and use as the background on your mobile devices. I made these with selections from my writing that bring me a lot of peace and I love having these little reminders light up the screen every time I open my phone. You should be able to just tap and hold the images below to download.
Thank you for your presence here.
Thanks Raine, these poems gave me a sweet respite and memories. Embracing the expanse of the sky and a reminder of what it is like to have young children under foot.
Your poetry invites me to stop. To be still. To take that breathe in and out in a way that makes everything else, for that moment in time feel unimportant. Thank you. Thank you xxx