Category: Poetry

    The sun is out sky blaring blue whisps of white clouds trace the sky.   Thank you for reading my work!  -Alina

      Snow paints the ground, the cement hidden by white specks like dandruff only wet and slimy. Gathering in the corners, becoming a dirty grey slush, the snow solidifies into ice. Hard-packed and slick.   Thank you for reading my work!  -Alina

  The blush of the wind, rushing softly through the evergreens. I feel the heat of the sun, and prick of the pine needles underfoot. The skin peels back like aged bark. A bear is eating somewhere, I sit listening to the hushing whispers of the trees overhead.   Thank you for reading my work! …

Spring awakens it groans and stretches loosening itself from underground, a little bit of green a hint of sunshine and a teasing breeze that dances in the air.   Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future! -Alina