Harvest Moon

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A quiet evening by the ocean

Just the two of us

As I sit alone, her reflection on the water keeps me company

Her colors, dancing in the tidal pull

Illuminating intentions, my mindful heart

My offering

Gratitude

The only seeds I wish to grow

Harvest Moon

Guiding with her evening glow

~Alisa Hutton

Walk Slowly

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When the night shook me awake

I was reminded

One hand cannot cover the entirety of the sky

As I was looking down trying to control my step

I was reminded

Walk slowly with gratitude in each breath

As I fell to my knees

As my arms extended

Mantra reverberating in my deepest seas

My tears reminded me

Simply be

~Alisa Hutton

Solid Form

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A smooth stone held humbly in my hand

Rubbing it in nurture against my now lined palm

I hold this part of my past in solid form

One of many rocks that once filled my warm pockets

How easily the weight sunk me to the bottom of the ocean

I recall the murky waters as I sat on the sea bed floor

The pain I felt as the salt stung my eyes trying to see a glimmer of care and compassion

How I squinted in to the open nothing and found everything

As the sun set that day, as the moon pulled the tide

The sand that was tossed with fraught in to my waters settled in to my soul

My hands had always been free to empty my life of your rocks

Weight that they carried with intentions to sink replaced with light spirits

I came to understand the rocks you left in my pockets never deserved space or hope

My gratitude will always extend to you for the day I learned to rise to the top and effortlessly float

~Alisa Hutton

Arrival

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I speak with gentle consciousness

My words are being written on her heart

Remarkable is who she is, nothing less and so much more

Holding trust and respect in tender hand as I arrive at her door

I have learned, understanding is loves others name

Now etched on my soul

Bind benevolence in silk and keep her warm

She is the grace of an exquisite spirit

A message in a bottle poetically arriving on my shore

Inamorata, to be cherished in grateful hold

~Alisa Hutton

You

 

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If only I could photograph how beautifully you reflect in space

Capture your magnificence and place it in your hands to hold

If your eyes could see what I do

If you could feel my hearts flow

If I could just spoon to you the nectar of your spirit and the sweet taste of your soul

I quietly watch with gratitude and curious wonder crosses my mind

If only I could express to you

If only you truly knew

The incredible gift you are

Simply by being you

~Alisa Hutton

Hear It’s Tap

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As I looked to the sky today the clouds seemed to carry depths I do not know

A storm quietly warming a familiar heart ache that arrives from a distant shore

Quiet yourself

Do you hear its tap

Can you feel its pull

Weighted complexity seemed to be grieving in the skies

Equal as they dance and fight

The harsh poetic beauty of the struggles between the darkness and the light

I sat by the river under that sky breathing in the clouds and all that she spoke

In my silence unpredictable currents thrashed me about, swallowing me whole

Today

It was as if the sky was trying to tell me something

All those clouds that seemed to carry depths I do not know

My heart so very grateful of the river today

Reminding me to trust her flow

~Alisa Hutton

A Poet’s Capture

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A poet’s capture

Such good fortune bestowed upon me

Absorbing her story in perfect sway

Graciously spoken through her deepened eyes

Subtleties tapping on your soul with an almost contagious delight

So curious to me in the most poetic ways

To watch her spirit bounce with life and flutter in stride

I wished for just a moment I could have gently held it in my hands for her to see

The magic and light she naturally shared with me

The ripples of laughter that she couldn’t keep in

How it made her eyes dance and all around her seemingly spin

I wonder if she knows how brightly the stars shine by her side

Or that the moon and her glow in even pride

A true gift

A poet’s capture, my simple write

A fortunate evening

With a genuine light

~Alisa Hutton

He Is

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As a child when the world felt impossible to understand

There he always was

Not one for unnecessary speak but how he loved to tell his good stories

The reason for their start never quite clear but the ending always delivered with loving, insightful touch

Smiling in that knowing way as he does, eyes squinted in the corners

His laugh lines always saying so much

My curiosity as a child, he always seemed to pause so comfortably in the middle of any conversation

Giving every person he engaged deserved thought

At ease with his own mind and soul

Telling our little ears to learn about the ocean tides, when and how they flow

Know when not to be scared but when you feel trouble, work hard for things you love, learn as much as you can, be your own person and no matter what always keep your values in hand

With the most difficult of questions in life there was never any rush

When you asked him in urgency, trying to navigate the heart and its sometimes misdirected ways

His answer was to measure you up with a fishing rod and take you out on the ocean for the day

Silently rocking back and forth in a boat while listening to the lapping waves

He never gave you an answer but you always found your way

He let you be and gave you space, smiling when he was proud

Disappointment wasn’t very often and never harsh or loud

As years went on I came to understand the reason he never directed us or handed us answers in response

He knew the gifts of love and safety, showing us how and where to find our peace

He taught us the answers we seek are always in the calm and quiet

He is my Uncle

I am his forever grateful niece

~Alisa Hutton