Writer in San Francisco, CA
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.
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-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.
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-Alina
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.
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-Alina
Body rolls under the currents
the mind is destroyed by the sun
as it blares, the heat searing.
A wind that picks up and carries
me off into the distance.
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-Alina
Blossoming light
carried the wind
through the backyard
through the house
lifting my spirits.
Thank you for reading my work! I hope you return in the future!
-Alina