Pink Sand Sky

As I’ve grown older, I’ve found much inspiration in my surroundings; especially nature. Perhaps it’s because the outdoors has become my therapist as I traverse the land on my nightly workout, sometimes walking, sometimes running. With each step and with each breath, I am free. There are no boundaries, only open space upon which to contemplate.

It is my time to declutter, to catch up, to let go. Nature has taught me to appreciate life more, and in its rhapsody and rhythm, it has comforted me on more than one occasion. I was inspired to write the poem below after a particularly beautiful morning in New England. On those days when I feel defeated, tired, and worn, I am thankful for subtle reminders like the warmth of a pink sand sky.

Pink Sand Sky

I stood in the midst of vacant land

As pink sand clouds floated ever so grand

An ethereal presence, my emotions spanned

Yet there I stood

So silent, so still

In the early morning light

Against the sun crested sky

The moon is still peeking, and lets out a sigh

Yet there I stood

So silent, so still

In the distance, a glow

Of this I know, a whisper among the hills

Can you hear its echo, can you feel its chills?

Yet there I stood

So silent, so still

A day just beginning

As it rises from slumber

Tears escape my eyes, fleeing like rolling thunder

Yet there I stood

So silent, so still

Among the silence of the dawn

And the dance of the river

I could hear your voice, alas my lips quiver

It is you I see as I stand so still

It is you I hear in the silence of my will

Yet there I stood

So silent, So still

As the wind grazes my face

And ushers in your bouquet

I am thankful for another day

I see you, I hear you

In the pink sand sky

So silent, so still

So vibrant and spry

You set me free with the quell of your voice

And this I shall be, yes this is my choice

I move effortlessly in the wake of the sky

Forever dear one with you standing by

No longer silent, no longer still

This is my journey, this is my will

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Laura Mikolaitis
Laura Mikolaitis
Laura is an intuitive dot connector who loves to weave tapestries of possibility by seeing beyond the symmetry. A life long learner and achiever, Laura isn't one to sit idle and jumps at any chance to learn something new, especially if it poses a challenge. She holds a Master of Science degree in Communications and Information Management from Bay Path University and a Bachelor of Arts in Communications from SUNY Oswego. Laura is known for her keen ability to deep dive, assess, and present solutions that work. She also believes that showing vulnerability doesn't mean that you are weak, lack confidence, or cannot get the job done. For Laura, it helps her understand on a deeper level and make meaningful connections, which enables her to establish lasting relationships and partnerships. Laura spent many years of her career in manufacturing and consumer packaged goods before leaping to textiles. She's tackled roles such as Brand Manager, Product Development Manager, Project Manager, and Director of Global Business Development and Sales Operations. Currently, Laura is on what she fondly refers to as a career interruption of opportunity, as she seeks out the next chapter of her life. Laura hails from Northern NY, but a tiny hill town in Massachusetts captured her heart years ago. She credits her writing, which laid dormant for years, to her late mom, who always believed in her. Inspired by millions of moments, Laura writes unabashedly from the heart. Whether it is poetry, fiction, or a personal essay, her love for the written word feeds her mind, body, and spirit. With a dash of hope and a sprinkle of faith, she is the little engine that could.




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