poems (#1)
This is the first in a series of blog posts containing poetry written by yours truly. My hope is that these posts will be a snapshot of beauty in your day. Though some of them may be more abstract than others, allow them all to speak with freedom. Take some time to inhabit the space that they provide. I also considered calling this series "Poetreats," but was advised by my editor (myself) that it might be a bit much.
this season of life
is coming to a close
Summer, dearest Friend
lets my hand go
time to face the Night
time to face the Cold
but I’ve saved the warmth of light
past is present as the hidden unfolds
134 days
now I’ve got my memory back
134 days
longer love and fewer facts
the sweet and the bitter
have joined hands
the spring and the winter
learn to dance
-Ryan Nordstrom
