forgotten autumn poem

a forgotten poem about autumn as spring draws near and winter days fade away

gust

i can feel the storm coming closer with every gust of cool wind mixed with pure, sultry humidity in the atmosphere the hairs on my arms stand up sending a tingle down my spine spring surely is on her way

espresso, chocolate, and rain (off day)

i have an off dayit's a tuesdayroasting day at the local coffee shopi decide to take a walkthe roads are empty and the trees are turning for springi choose to sit outside to take in the sweet smelli have ordered an espressonotes of cocoa nibs and dried berries dance across my palatei knew it was …

コ・モ・レ・ビ

soft, golden sunlight passes through the tall emerald trees  towering over the morning sky weaving in and out of their limbs this is my favourite part of any day good morning sweet komorebi 

scattered thunderstorms (writing practice)

I dreadfully check the weather this morning. 70 degrees, scattered thunderstorms, and 91 percent humidity. Great. What to wear? The words are playing over and over in my head. Notoriously under-dressed... that's what she said. My throat is dry and I start to lose feeling in my feet. I can feel it happening. I drift …

back to writing (update)

good morning! as some of you know, my laptop has been broken for months. yesterday, i was very kindly gifted a small laptop for my birthday so that i can continue working on my new projects. i can't wait to share more writings with you 🙂 thanks for sticking around - Jess

twenty five years

i've lived twenty five full years it's been a rough twenty five but it has been worth living for the past year or so has taught me to slow down i have learned to just live well and rest i have learned that i am a person always growing i feel the most me i …