~Frosted Moonlight~

By Sarah Mahina Calvello

“Frosted moonlight….”-Lewis Carroll

On the day when

the weight deadens

on your shoulders

and you stumble,

remember me

a snowy morning

frosted moonlight

shivers in icey circles

with your breath

a braid of frost

and felt

mats

of twisted blue flowers

winking and nodding

in the wind

the sky swirls

and shivers

purple and jealous

curves of angels

and lilly sharp

icicles

in the silence

of chaotic dreams

help me to find balance

a flock of colors,

indigo, red, green,

and azure blue

frays

and fades

come to awaken you in

a stain of ocean

blackens beneath you,

a path of yellow moonlight

to bring you safely home.

coils of our breath

in a lonely hug

let me borrow

some warmth from you

and turn ice to fire

secret ghosts

of memory

frosted moonlight

to lead you safely home

~White Roses~

~White  Roses~

“I am not what happened to me , I am what I chose to become”-Carl Jung

the glass beauty

finally broke

petals of glass

a new sigh

basking in

the reflected glory

of childhood

red mournful lips

china blue eyes
and unspoken words

you wanted me to see

Snow White

to still believe in magic

I was wondering

why you wanted me to miss Micheal Jackson

but I understand now

you wanted me to hold on to

the fragile shell
of innocence
white roses

in the dark debris
you stand against the tide
and that is no small thing
you're a thief
regal
and ragged
like a rose petal

~Sarah Mahina Calvello

~Photo by Emily Citaro

~The Man in the Moon~

~The Man in the Moon~

~by Sarah Mahina Calvello~

fans of green 

and jagged brown hearts

in the bouncing sunlight

and secret velvet

sounds of water 

and ice tea

in tinkling yellow glasses 

peeling oranges

soft skin

hugging the dirt

in it's fall

a young girl

loves for the first time

eyes jade and dangerous

tousled hair

and a shy smile

do you even know

what your hiding?

nothing ever

goes away

until we know

what were hiding 

~Magnolia~

I smelled a magnolia for the first time today on a overhanging tree of green and brown leaves hang like fallen stars with their creamy heads down in shame I always pass by but I never thought to actually reach up and smell it to lay my nose in its blushing cream bulb rose veins sent out to fade and hang like stars and forgotten dreams you said  I had palm tree eyes I almost saw you but the sun got in the way

~Thank you!~

~Thank you, H.B. Miller of City College of SF, for nurturing my writing and being a figure for me to look up to. You're a good friend and teacher.~

~The bus~

the bus

by Sarah Mahina Calvello

heading home

in the cold

feeling low

blind drifts of vapor flew

can’t look up

its just too much

too disheveled

blue trees

of dark lace

the cold silver windows

of the bus

I can almost see the circles

of my breath

a young man

with round quiet eyes

brown and closed

sandy blond hair under a flat tan hat

he sets the wooden harpsichord

on his lap

in one motion

of jagged knobs

and smooth wood

not looking at anything

except at what is in his hands

fingers jumping and weaving in a calming trance

nothing haunts us like the things we dont say

your jade eyes are dangerous

he said

traces of breath

do their airy dance

with a shy sideways smile

white star lights

shimmer down the highway

sometimes it takes sadness

to appreciate happiness

noise to appreciate silence

and absence to value presence

~Storm Text~by Sarah Mahina Calvello

the sky is beautiful today

something is coming

cold and restless sky

rest up and keep warm

cuddle pillows and tea

the relaxing smoky hug lingers

it’s coming

dark and angry

the storm of change

the intensity of the moment

hot cocoa for you

cold cocoa forme

exhausted after a long day

danger is everywhere

even in the sky

but don't go chasing it

just follow the twists and turns

that winds down

to my heart

you won’t get lost

in my arms

because I’ll hold you close