That morning you wake up
tofind that the chilled air suddenly got cold
When thecolored leaves and the bare branches are
Suddenly crispwith the Diamond
kiss of frost
When the firewood isstacked high in the already packed
Garage
and hotChocolate, in mug filled with memories
warmsstiff
chilled hands
When Raking leaves is replacedby
shoveling Snow
I Know then that I will have towait
once again for those colors, feels and felts
tocome again. But I Know they will.
They always do.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
Sarah H.
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