Flurry Of Hope This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   I can smell the snow

as soon as November begins

and it keeps me going until March.



Always there

hanging in the distance

ready to fall.



The air turns so gray

I can't distinguish

where the sky and sidewalk

meet



and I feel that hope

welling up inside me

for the snow to make

the real world disappear -



sometimes it does,

and sometimes it doesn't,

but the anticipation

is worth the wait.




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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