The Goddess Of Winter At Her Finest This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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White graces us all.
I exhale tiny clouds of cold.

Her silence talks to trees,
whose arms reach
and dance into a trance.

She takes her paintbrush,
dips it in white,
flicks the bristles.

Frail withered leaves cling to
mud brown fingers
like a child grasping
a mother's jacket.

Branches embrace each other,
one intertwined with another:
like a stream of watercolors
across the page.

Mother Nature never looked
so elegant.



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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Jan. 17 at 3:23 am
i love this so much!
 
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