At The End Of Winter There Are This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   AT THE END OF WINTER THERE ARE
roads stained only by salt,
not the expected snow.
Early morning chills
the skin between my fingers
and flicks my ears,
asks me why I bothered to wake up.

We trudge through
a long corridor,
laden by
heavy coats and heavy thoughts
to finally reach the edge of Spring
where specks of color begin to show:
Blue and Green
and light.

by Katie L., New City, NY


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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ariwrites94 said...
Nov. 9, 2009 at 7:58 am
Wonderful job!!!! you are a talented writer and keep up the good work! if u have time please check out my poem called "Sensitive Am I" and rate and leave a comment. Thanks and keep writing!
 
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