Moments of Joy

Seasons & People

I didn't entirely enjoy rainy days-

Never wanted my hair frizzy

and shoes dirty

My mother warned me that I'll appreciate it's worth after they are gone

Wasn't fond of winters either-

Never wanted to feel anything cold

and drive through the foggy road

My mother warned me that I'll appreciate it's worth after they are gone

Summers weren't any different-

Never wanted sweat stains on

and step out in the sun

My mother warned me that I'll appreciate it's worth after they are gone

Summer of 2020 was a roller coaster 

We never wanted to ride,

The deadly virus- we fight and hide

Loved ones- my family lost in the blink of an eye

What wouldn't we trade to re-write the summer of 2020

My mother was right- we only appreciate seasons (and people) after they are long gone

Magic

There's something magical about first impressions- like petrichor

The scorching heat has left burns on my fingers;
And a crack on everything I held on to;
Every time I gather the courage to feel the last ounce dampness,
I'm left with shattered pieces of what once stood strong.

Why is 'warmth of heart' associated with comfort?
How should I know the difference between warmth and heat?
What should I do before the flame takes away everything?
Leaving nothing to salvage.

When everything is lost, there's the first raindrop,
Reaching out to everything I once held.
It wasn't the surprise of the first drop that was magical;
Nor the hope of louder showers.

Magic was in the essence it brought;
Rising through my nostrils,
Healing what was once dead,
Renewing everything that once existed.

Creating a first impression once again- just like petrichor