Bright Winter

Bright Winter by Alli. H


 

The season is back again

when everything turns into icicles

the leaves fall off the trees

and they stand bare and cold

 

The season is back again

when your arms are raw

and your hands are numb

from the nipping brisk air

 

The season is back again

when the sun rises reluctantly

and the light melts away

unable to last ’til the end of school

 

The season is back again

when we embrace one another in front of a fire

leaving only when we need sleep.