March Wind This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Now I stand

in the heavy, tingling air

and watch the pilgrim clouds

ride by toward Canterbury.

Cold flutters past

to warm my cheek;

crocuses defy

the cold, white autocrat.

My heart flutters,

and I watch you -

remember the spring

beneath

those warm, blue eyes;

Then I become a crocus

once more,

tiny and fragile

and full

of another's

strength.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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