Soup connected soul
Winter warmth, fuel through cold days, nights
Bold liquid joy, sip
Soup
seasons
Not quite green
Grass patiently waits
For rain, to turn it from brown
To green again, resting
A season of loss
A Season of loss
Punctuated by a season of loneliness
Reminds us of
all those we hold dear
Reminds us of
all those we held dear
We reach out
Pulling closer to
Those who truly matter
Not so hurried
Sometimes we want them to already know
What we know
Sometimes we want them to be who they are going to be
Without know who they are now
Sometimes we try to hurry them
To be who we want them to be
Sometimes we try to hurry them to be
Who we see them as
Sometimes we hurry them along so fast
That they don’t get time to
Play
Rest
Tryout life before
Committing to who
They are
Committing to who
They want to be
Sometimes we want them to bloom
Before they are ready
Summer
Summer
Spending time with Friends
Who are more like family
Meeting trees that breath life
Doing some urban hiking
On bustling city streets
Knowing that those summer nights
Will see you through all of the transitions
That this season brings
Summer
I’ve written lots of poems about summer. They are never quite what I want them to be. It’s just as well, since it is such a complicated season that is often full of transitions. Last summer I treated myself to some pretty awesome trips where I got to formally meet some redwood trees and reflect on the unexpected happenings in my life that have proven interesting to say the least. Here is another poem for good measure.
Smiles that stretch across the country
Meeting laughter that boldly heals the earth
Seasons
Around in circles
Each stop, each journey – a chance
To connect deeper
D.S. Hollie 