Peace looks like the face of someone you have not seen in a long time.
Peace sounds like the quietest laugh of a newborn baby.
Peace smells like pine trees in the woods when your journey is almost done.
Peace tastes like salt water in the ocean.
Peace feels like the warm touch of a soft blanket that just came out of the dryer.
Sophia Jerome is in second grade at Union Elementary School. She loves to write stories and songs and is learning to play the guitar. She hopes to be a rock star one day!
Re-published from Zine Issue No. 19 - Spring 2011
Andy and seven-year-old Sadie on local radio chuckle at the squawksong of the tufted puffin,
her small sure voice
giving us its long yellow tuft and bright orange feet.
I hold close
the daughter life gave
as I drive through
this (her first) November sun,
and Andy spins another tune.
Rayna has a song in her name
that bursts our clearer
with each passing day-
the pure joy of sound
You are the song my life is singing
you are the song life is singing
life is singing.
In the sink
Near and far
Say what a lot of dishes there are!
Some I’ve cleaned twice already
Some have ancient hard spaghetti
When I look into the sink,
What a lot of thinks I think
Would you could you
Do a chore?
Would you could you
Since you are so bored?
What? What’s that you say?
Maybe on a rainy day?
Kids are only supposed to Play?
Listen to me
And listen now:
I will tell you what
And I will tell you how
You may not pull your sister’s hair
You may not hit her anywhere
You may not leave your toys about
You may not scream, you may not shout
You may not run inside the house!
And you may not keep that little mouse!
Why do I tell you what to do?
Because my dear,
You are two.
You will not talk to me that way
I will take your priveledges away
And how many times must I say
The Play Doh can’t sit out all day!
Fine then, we are going out!
Get your shoes, and stop that pout!
Comb your hair!
Brush your teeth!
Quick like a bunny
And make it neat!
Get your jacket
Zip up tight
Are you listening to me?
Ok now, who has to pee?
From here to there
From there to here
Yes, you must wear
i walk into you, waiting for you to embrace me
each time swallowing air
breathing in the cold air
i walk out into you
and each time am awestruck by how i feel
i hold in my memory the moment that i fell in love with you
it was february
i was walking across bricks
wrapped tightly in you
the night was dark
cold sharp against my cheeks
the cold was so sharp
and i was so alive
i can remember never feeling that alive before
it was then as my feet touched the snow covered bricks
that i fell deeply in love
there was no turning back
that was almost Long Ago now
when i was in college
when i first discovered how alive i felt when wrapped up in you
soon after that, you tempted me
led me here
to vermont where you run wild
where i continue to discover you
you catch me and take my breath away
sending me into deep awareness of my breath
taking me deeper and deeper into the moment
each time, you catch me
take my breath away
and i breath deeper still
you bring me peace
you bring me calm
time slows down
when i am wrapped up in you
the intricate beauty of each snowflake
that lays against my car on the coldest of days
drawing me to admire nature’s jewels adorning the green metal
water frozen yet fluid
the spear stands still but cannot be created without movement
when light hits an icicle just right....
it is pure magic
the beauty of a strong row of icicles fills me with joy
and the woods....
the magical world i enter when i glide into or step into
when i venture into the forest
i am instantly transported
i am in another universe, timeless and fantastic
glittering feathers fall gently over me
falling snow covers what is already beautiful, this earth
changing the natural world, disguising it
beauty on beauty
exploring the forest blanketed in snow
only pulls me deeper into love
pulls me deeper into pure essence
allowing for my soul to hover in a place
between reality and magic
creating a space within me that completely transcends
there are all these things
all these things that i love....
the icy patterns on old windows
feathering and fern like
wind blowing the soft top layer of snow
off of anything
the landscape, a rooftop...
creating incredible curls, like ocean waves across the sky
ice covering stones in a stream
ice covered limbs on trees struck by morning sunlight
rivers becoming jade green
drum rolls of cracking ice
sunrise created rainbows on peaks of mountains
slow falling snow under a street lamp...drifting....drifting....
and then there is that something special
i think you reveal only to me...
when you breathe softly on a tall pine
the bough moves just enough
the sun might shine just so
new fallen snow that floats so delicately through the air
revealing fairies, golden fairies
drifting slowly to the earth
i become suspended in this illumination of magical moment
realizing that it is not this moment
yet there is no other moment
i am never more aware of
in this light, i am never more aware of oneness with this universe
so often I stop
to watch snowflakes fall
to watch these magical crystals be carried by an invisible hand
to be placed just so on this earth
exhilaration and peace
An excerpt of this poem is featured in the Spring 2011 issue of Mama Says Zine