Spring rain

Daffodils look sad in the rain.   Pushed against the hillsides bruising a mustard yellow, losing all of their sunshine and the smiley faces I imagine hidden on the inside of their petals.   Weak and failing, praying for the wind to let up, just for a day.     Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020 Between … Continue reading Spring rain


It rained today; not cats or dogs nor sweet little drips and drops but it was enough to wet my clothes, make heavy feel heavier, and the earth feel closer as it rose up toward me; drenched my fingertips and I felt the weight of gravity. The heaviness which keeps the world turning and my … Continue reading Damp


I can't imagine you here anymore, whether it be the passage of time or if I've purposely pushed you from my mind.   This place I call mine, a place we called ours.   Now I pick the flowers, wash and leave the dishes; plates standing tall, suds dripping down like a girl caught in … Continue reading Rain