Monday, December 7, 2020


when all hope seems lost
i am often at a loss
for what to say

but i hope you can
at least

take some comfort
in my hand
cradling yours



i am trying to find joy
in the little things
these days

a fresh set of sheets
for example
or the still-lingering
scent of autumn rain



it has been awhile
since i have seen

the sun pour its heart
through an opening of clouds

not just outside
but also within my mind

*Published in Fireflies’ Light: A Magazine of Short Poems #21