Featured Poems from A Thousand Moments

A small glimpse into the collection

A Thousand Moments is a hygge poetry collection about love, memory, tenderness, healing, family, nature, and the quiet beauty of ordinary life. These selected poems and excerpts offer a first glimpse into the world of the book - soft, intimate moments for those who feel deeply, remember quietly, and find meaning in the small things.

For those standing beneath something greater

Excerpt from the poem “Under the Northern Lights”

The cold is honest, absolute -

a blade at my wrist,

air so sharp it carves my breath in half.

Boots crack the skin of last week’s snow,

each step its own testimony.

Above the world’s sleep, the sky unfastens:

green rivers spill, drift, collapse into shape,

slipping their color through spruce and rock -

a language older than longing,

sliding between silence and pulse.

Here there are rarely witnesses -

houses sealed, dogs curled in their warmth,

the road erased past the edge of the village.

Only me, in this cathedral of frost,

and the wild, boiling current above.

The aurora does not invite or beckon.

It moves how wind moves on water,

breaks the dark with sudden lime and violet,

disorders stars,

makes geography out of fire.

For a moment, the world is both less and more -

every ache turned simple,

every hope stripped of name.

Cold bites, stings my cheeks raw,

I stand open, small beneath the world’s power.

If there are spirits here,

let them dance on their own.

I will not ask what brought them here,

what promise, what story -

I only observe and breathe.

The lights move, and I am changed.

What was empty grows impossibly full.

No question is answered,

but something sharp and bright has passed through.

When the sky darkens, I walk back -

nothing solved, but touched deep inside.

For those learning to let go

The poem “The Watcher of the Tides”

The tide does not hurry.

It moves with the pull of unseen forces,

a rhythm older than time itself.

It laps at the shore, soft and sure,

then retreats into the vastness,

carrying secrets whispered by the deep.

The watcher stands at the edge,

bare feet sinking into the cool sand,

eyes fixed on the horizon

where the sea and sky blur into one.

The tide does not pause for them.

It comes and goes,

a steady breath that cannot be held.

Each wave tells a story:

of distant storms,

of ships lost and found,

of the moon’s quiet pull

on the restless waters.

Yet none of these stories belong to the watcher.

They are only a witness,

a speck on the shore,

small against the endless blue.

And as the tide recedes once more,

the ocean speaks in its endless voice:

What will you let go of,

so you can flow as freely as I do?

The watcher does not answer.

The tide returns,

the waves unbroken,

and the ocean continues its song,

as it always has,

as it always will.

For those who know love is built slowly

Excerpt from the poem “Little Steps”

“What are you building?” I softly say,

As LEGO bricks scatter and tumble away.

“A castle!” you shout, “For dragons to stay,

With towers so tall, they'll guard night and day!”

“Shall I help you?” I ask with delight,

“To build up the towers, strong and bright?

”You nod with a grin, busy with your play,

“Here, Mommy, build it this way!”

Together we stack, the walls growing high,

A fortress of dreams touching the sky.

“Look, the dragons are happy!” you cheer,

And I smile as I see the joy shining here.

Brick by brick, a castle is made,

But deeper than that, a bond is laid.

In towers of wonder, in moments so small,

We build something greater than castles at all.

For those carrying the voice of someone who still guides them

From the poem “Woman to Woman”

"Grandma," I said, holding back my tears,

"I got the job - it’s what I’ve wanted for years.

But I’m nervous... what if I’m not enough?

What if the world out there is too tough?"

Her voice rose within me, steady and wise,

"Oh, my dear, you are reaching high for the skies.

Your strength has grown, your roots run wide,

Like those trees we spoke of, swaying with pride."

I closed my eyes, wishing she was near,

Her warm hand in mine, her voice in my ear.

"I wish you could still be here by my side,

like when we spoke beneath the trees outside."

Her answer came softly, as if carried by air,

"I am, my love - I’m always right there.

In the rustle of leaves, in the courage you feel,

In the stories you tell, in the magic that’s real."

"I miss you" I said, my heart open wide,

"You taught me to listen, to trust what’s inside.

I still believe, Grandma, in the wonders we knew —

And thanks to you, I’ve kept evolving too."

Now, when I face the unknown and the new,

Her voice reminds me what to do.

To stand like the trees, with roots holding tight,

And reach for the sky with all of my might.

For those who find love in the little things

The poem “All Small Things”

In the quiet of the morning light,

When you have already left my sight,

I find a note beside my head,

A sweet confession on the bed.

I step into the bathroom space,

With sleep still resting on my face,

And written there upon the glass,

A joke to make me smile at last.

I head downstairs to pour some tea,

And find another meant for me.

Pinned to the fridge, a simple line,

To tell me that your heart is mine.

And when I leave to face the chill,

I find that you are with me still.

Deep in the pocket of my coat,

My fingers brush a hidden note.

It’s just a scrap of paper torn,

But suddenly the day feels warm.

These secret messages you leave,

Are the greatest gifts that I receive.

It is the little things that pull us close,

The quiet moments I love most.

Not grand displays or shining gold,

But paper secrets that I hold.

So I will keep them, big and small,

For love is woven through them all.

In every hidden, handwritten line,

I smile and know that you are mine.

For those carrying many seasons within

Excerpt from the poem “The Seasons Within”

We carry all these seasons within us.

We are never just one thing,

never just one moment.

We are spring’s hope,

summer’s fire,

autumn’s surrender,

and winter’s wisdom.

For those who need to remember they are enough

Excerpt from the poem “Reflections of Youth”

“Do you think I’m strong enough, Grandma?” I said,

Doubt swirling around in my heart and my head.

She reached for my hand, her grip firm yet kind,

“You’re stronger than you think, in body and mind.

And when life feels heavy, when you start to bend,

I’ll be here to remind you - you’re stronger, my friend.”

For those who know the ache of lonely dreams

Excerpt from the poem “The Boy and The Guitar”

He’s got dreams as big as the Southern sky,

But his pockets are worn and thin,

With a heart full of sorrow, and eyes that cry,

He craves for a love he couldn’t win.

So sing me a song that I know too well,

Of busted dreams and hard-luck tales,

Of a heavy heart that tripped and fell,

And a love that went off the rails.

You can read more about the story behind the book here.

If these lines speak to something in you, the full collection is waiting.

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