Story time: It was very windy a few weeks ago in Colorado. A few days afterwards, I was finding random bits of trash in my yard and came across a piece of paper.

It was someone’s notes from therapy, and it inspired this poem. Read the full story on my other socials.

I’ve never asked for a miracle,
But I’ve trusted in what I cannot see.
A tree awakens in spring every year, and I smell its flowers 🌳

#poem

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spring rain
without any hesitation
falling for you

#haiku

We drink coffee along a canal in Paris.
Steam rises from my cup and heart.

#poetry

London is a noun and a verb.
Fog holds tree limbs and rain keeps grass green in winter.

#poetry

I blame my jitters on caffeine,
But I know my mind is what’s at fault.

Anyone else write #coffee poems? ☕️

I’ve confessed more to napkins
than I have to god.

#poetry

The sun on your skin –
Wrinkles from wear, thick bark protecting your insides.
You change color with the seasons,
Like Grandpa’s tree in my backyard.
The wind blows through you and I hear my favorite song
No matter where I am.

#poetry

I finally slowed down enough to see the stop sign. I needed that.
I need you to stop me, so you could show me beautiful things.

#lovepoem #poetry

My head is in the clouds,
but I like the view from here.

#poetry

I don't need much.
Just the calm I found within your arms.

#poetry

One of the first #poems I ever shared with anyone, from 2016:

In the cavern of my chest you fit, around the heart and between the lungs.
When I breathe,
I can feel the pressure of all of those parts trying to keep me alive.

Had to leave my X, things were getting too dramatic.

See what I did there? 😏

Where are my #poet people?