Poetry – my mind

my mind

sits quietly

still amongst

the silence

i listen

take it all in

savour it

I hear

the wind

in the trees

rain upon

the window

I sip my coffee

rest my head back

against the chair

this is sunday morning.

J. Belle 

Image by Jacqueline Belle

Poetry – Aurora

I lay flat in the cold…

a road made of ice.

Looking up into the darkness

as luminescent colours

dance above me.

Reaching up my arms,

tracing the colours

with my fingertips.

Painting the sky

and my mind with magic.

J. Belle

photo by Jacqueline Belle

Poetry – Patience

Sometimes

even the bravest

most beautiful hearts

lose their courage

then behave in

strange

unexpected ways

to conceal it.

J. Belle

Image by Jacqueline Belle

Poetry – The Trek

The wind

was fierce

it blew

with such force

I could barely stand.

I lay down

in the grasses

while it howled

and thrashed

against me.

I called out

to the clouds

until my voice

ran hoarse

my mouth dry.

Invigorated

rejuvenated

and ready

for the long trek

home.

J. Belle

Image by Jacqueline Belle

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