Ode to Autumn

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I have always loved all four seasons,

They each have their beautiful reasons.

But one stands out above them all,

My favorite and glorious fall.

 

Winter is biting and cold,

Hiding everything in its frosty hold.

Although a snowflake is magical to behold,

Its novelty soon becomes old.

 

Spring is a well of showers,

Followed by beautiful flowers;

But the pollen falls in powders,

Making me rue the spring hours.

 

Summer is golden and bright,

The sun setting with a glowing light.

Although it may seem just right,

After a while I long for the heat to take flight.

 

The autumn sky is clear and blue,

And the grass is damp with dew.

The trees know their cue

And begin to change their leaves anew.

 

I love winter’s sparkling white

And spring’s colorful delight.

I am warmed by summer’s golden light,

But I am exhilarated by autumn’s sight.

 

I have always loved all four seasons,

They each have their beautiful reasons.

But one stands out above them all,

My favorite and glorious fall.

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First Day

Heart palpitating, palms sweating…

Actually, everything sweating.

 

Do I look all right,

Or is this shirt too bright?

 

I wonder if they’ll talk to me,

Or simply let me be…

 

I’m not really sure which I’d prefer.

 

Will I be able to find my way,

Or will my nerves lead me astray?

 

Trying to hold back the tears

And not let them see all my fears.

 

As always there’s a complication,

My name isn’t there or there’s a mispronunciation.

 

Here we go again.

 

I raise my hand up in the air,

Trying to ignore all those eyes that stare.

 

I tell the teacher about my name,

Thinking how many times must I do the same?

 

The day finally draws to a close,

And the relief inside me grows.

 

At least I made it through today.

The Month of Change

When September comes around, with schools starting and autumn just around the corner, I can’t help but think about all of my Septembers as a TCK. Obviously the first thoughts that come to mind are all those times I was a new kid – like I mentioned in an earlier post. But then there are all sorts of other things that September was synonymous with, and I thought I would share some here…

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Lazy summer days roll into cool autumn nights,

As flocks of birds begin their migrating flights.

 

Notebooks, pens, pencils and other school supplies

Line the shelves all along the supermarket aisles.

 

Excitement, trepidation, laughter and tears…

Depending on whether the new year means facing friends or fears.

 

Leaves changing on the trees,

Fluttering in the early autumn breeze.

 

Red, orange, yellow and gold,

With autumn officially taking hold.

 

September is a month of change, of beginnings and ends,

In school, seasons and friends.

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Summer Storms

Gathering clouds darken the sky,

As the rain pours down with a sigh.

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Lightning flashes through the sky

With thunder rumbling in reply.

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Rain drops like waterfalls from the sky,

And the ground drinks it up, thirsty and dry.

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The wind tears across the sky,

Causing loose leaves to float, drift and fly.

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Soon we see again blue sky,

With sun piercing through with a sigh.

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Behold the beauty of nature in the sky,

Where dreams float and drift and fly.

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A Tale of Two Seasons

Snow still covers the ground,

As the first day of spring comes around.

The skies are gloomy and overcast,

As we hope that spring has arrived at last.

 

Could it be the voices of the larks,

Happily chirping throughout the parks?

Could it be the gentler, softer breeze,

That replaces winter’s cold and biting sneeze?

 

Could it be the glimpse of blue sky,

That beneath those gray clouds we spy?

Could it be the sun’s bright and golden light,

So welcome after winter’s fading white?

 

Snow still covers the ground,

As we wait for spring to truly come around.

The skies are gloomy and overcast,

As we wait for some sign that spring will last.

 

The first day of spring has come and gone,

Leaving us with hope that winter will soon move on.

 

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Published!

Writing this blog and sharing my experiences is something I love to do and it’s helped my writing improve and evolve over the past months. I have always loved to write and it is a deeply cherished hope of mine to one day be published – both in freelance writing and eventually maybe even a book. I recently got my first chance at being published, and an article I wrote is included in a truly fantastic magazine. My elation at this opportunity is even greater because Global Living Magazine is dedicated to the lifestyle of global nomads, TCKs, expats and travelers of the world. An even bigger bonus is that the founder and editor-in-chief is all of those things as well; she really knows this life, understands it and embraces it.

Issue 2 has a lot of interesting articles, that touch upon all facets of the global lifestyle. For expats raising TCKs who may be off to university soon, there’s a great article on the transition they may face. For those interested in writing a book about their expat experiences, you’ll find an excellent article with very helpful tips (I particularly enjoyed that article!). For anyone who loves traveling, seeing new places and trying new things, this magazine is for you. This second issue will take you on an Alaskan cruise, to a wine festival in Provence, France (courtesy of yours truly!), show you breathtaking photos and so much more.

Of course I’m excited that my article is included in this issue, but I really appreciate this magazine as a whole. It caters to people who have lived a global lifestyle and that speaks to me so much. Even if you haven’t been an expat or TCK but just love traveling, you’ll find great ideas and articles in Global Living Magazine.

Make sure to visit the webpage and browse through to get a better idea of the magazine. Stop by magcloud to check out a preview of the magazine and order your own copy of Issue 2 or the premier issue; it will be well worth it.

I hope some of you head over to the website and maybe even purchase your own copy of the first issues. If you do, let me know what you think, of both my article and the magazine as a whole!

Thanks, and happy reading!

May Flowers

May flowers, May flowers,

A welcome change from May showers.

You light up the day

After all that dreary gray.

Bursts of color and light,

In which the bees take delight.

You glow in the sun,

As beside you squirrels run;

You stand out against the sky,

As above you birds fly.

Serenity fills my heart when I see you,

And you keep me from feeling blue;

You put a smile on my face,

As you spring up all over the place.

I’ll be sad when your petals float away,

I wish you were here to stay;

But even after you drift to sleep,

In my mind your beauty will always keep.

May flowers, May flowers,

Beauty and joy are your powers.

April Showers

The drops fall from the sky,

Welcomed by the dry, cracking ground.

The soil lets out a deep sigh of relief,

While the trees dance in pleasure,

And the flowers laugh with joy.

 

The rain was long awaited,

As nature sought to quench its thirst.

The drops bounce on the leaves,

Glide on the flower petals,

And quiver on the branches.

 

Although the dark clouds are dreary,

The flowers glow after their cleansing shower.

The bushes and trees are alight with color,

The grass is lush and soft,

And the soil is richly filled to the brim.

 

The rain has finally arrived,

And all of nature seems most grateful.

It needed a change from the dry heat,

It needed to be refreshed and replenished,

But sun, please don’t stay away too long.

Writer’s Block

Oh, writer’s block,

How dare you come knock.

 

I look for the words,

But they fly away like birds.

 

I cannot find how to say

All that I wish to convey.

 

It’s all locked inside there, somewhere,

But the key has vanished into thin air.

 

Even to finish this simple phrase,

The words struggle through the haze.

 

So much I want to express,

But today it’s just a jumbled mess.

 

How can I open the door

To let my words flow once more?

 

Why must they insist

On remaining hidden in the mist?

 

If only I could find the key,

That fits only me,

 

Then I could unlock

This damn writer’s block.

Guardian Angel

Another guardian angel joins the sky above;

Another guardian angel to watch over us with love.

 

Unexpected, yet expected, it was her time,

and to truly do her justice, there is no rhyme.

 

Memories are all that now remain,

They are the remedy for this kind of pain.

 

The thought of the loss hovers in the air,

As if it isn’t really there;

 

It hasn’t yet sunk in,

That this was one we couldn’t win.

 

She’s gone to a better place, they say,

But that does little to make the ache go away.

 

How bittersweet a thought to know

That for her to be at peace, means we must miss her so.

 

Another guardian angel joins the sky above;

Another guardian angel to watch over us with love.

 

 

In loving memory of my grandmother; she will be greatly missed.