June 29, 2009
By Emily Withers BRONZE, Manlius, New York
Emily Withers BRONZE, Manlius, New York
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I was sick

of Jack Frost spitting in my face, and sculpting white dunes

of gray clouds blocking my sun, and
pitching fastball shadows in the fields.
I wanted to climb he branches
of the Sycamore tree, and take those
clouds in my fists
and pull them apart
like strands of Christmas lights
in January.

The author's comments:
Syracuse, New York, has the worst weather and this piece was kind of spurned from that ...that distaste for snowy and slushy days.

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