Scent

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The lingering embers of sweet grass on cold October nights

Dew on the morning honeysuckle that warmly wrapped us in July

Star-dust trailing across a seemingly never-ending August sky

September rains, the forest and full moon tide

Tiny breathes in December as snowfall blankets outside

Opening blooms and light announcing May has arrived

Sipping a warm latte while bundled on the beach, moments in April’s time

Laughter and glances, Shiraz, the scent of March for you and I

You asked what your scent was

It is the softness and perfection of taste, memory and time

~Alisa Hutton

Seasons

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Cold winds that blew through your deepest chambers

How you longed for genuine warmth

Icy droplets that bit at your light falling from never-ceasing grey skies

The tap of consciousness reminding you, mind who you invite to your table in good nature

The freeze that arrived that one night hardening your most precious vulnerabilities

You hear the echo of the dull thud of your soul as it hit the floor, followed by your needed wake

Yesterday, I sat in a moment

Warm winds gently blowing

The afternoon sun warming my face

Sand between my toes, the waves lapping the tides in their unique chime

Breathing in the salt air, the ocean whispered in its unique filling way

Trust yours seasons as they brought you here

Today

~Alisa Hutton

Gentle Quiet

grass

Roll open the scroll of your life on the grass

Wide and long with gentle hand and thought

Precious parchment is sure to fray when harshness pours

Edges brown and beg to be absorbed back in to earth they once grew

The scroll may grow in length, assurance not your right

Sit with it in quiet, allow the rain to wash away that which is not meant for permanence

Ask for it, chant and pray if you must

Left on the wet uncomfortable quiet of the grass will be your timeless ink and legacy

When you shiver, honor stillness

When you hear only scream, honor quiet

When little is remaining, trust

Trust the story being left, the story being written

For that which is deeply rooted will not be washed away by the rain

Trust in gentle quiet

That which remains after the storm

Is

You

~Alisa Hutton

 

Wishbone

 

 

storm

Perhaps the heavens opened in storm to remind her of wave

A needed wash of the tides that will recede once more

Discomfort of the cold and wet to feel her warmth

In tired limb and lacking spirit a thought that maybe humanity can be found

Simplicity of connection and trust of those who stand in show

Words of selfish silence seemingly echo in slow

Looking in the mirror she sees us all

Floundering at dusk and rising in hope

Hold on to that wishbone friend, we might have nothing more

Today

She allows the rain and darkness to consume her in gentle whole

With a glimmer of faith

That after it is all done

She will feel herself and walk in stride once more

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

 

She Is

she-is

I am

Short in breath with trusting know

She is the duality of uncomfortable and knowing, merging as one

A broken window in the middle of the night that reminds us of the cold

Imperfect in its pane

A broken window in the middle of the night that reminds us of the moonlight

Perfect in its pane

She wraps me in all that I do and do not know

Tapping on my conscience, pull up a chair and have a seat

Serendipity is about to play

I cannot run fast, neither slow

She is the duality

Making my heart flow

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

Invisible

invisible

November air biting at her loneliness

Hurting just enough

Please look away, she feels your discomfort

Wait, maybe that is hers

Blink a little longer

I am sure your apathy will cheer her up

Emotionless silence always polishes the rock in just the right way

You wouldn’t want to have to change your dinner plans

Worry not

Her invisible ways make her heart echo with grace

She will be available to bless you with good thoughts when she finds her smile again

Mannered and bred as she was, her imposition of sadness is kept safe in her heart at dawn and quietly discarded at 4 am

This is the universal time for those who are not seen to shake their souls of their heavy hearts

Can you hear it?

Completely

Politely

Effortlessly

Invisible

Don’t blink too long

After all

You might miss her

~Alisa Hutton