Snowshoes This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Blinding white engulfs

the frost-bitten ground.



Chilly morning air invades my barren lungs,

like helium filling an inflated balloon.



Curiously, I look around,

loathing to disturb this smooth, perfect layer.



Reluctantly, I trudge to the mailbox,

like a pilgrim venturing into an unknown frontier.



Crisp snow crumples daintily beneath my galoshes -

crunch, crunch, crunch.



Glancing back with amusement,

observing my identical footprints.



Squirrels frolic between mailbox and spruce,

bushy tails gently flowing in the wind.



The brilliant sun watches benevolently,

as golden as a feline's eye.



Quiet as a midsummer's night,

my hopeful heart beats a rhythmic dance.



Stop to see this wintry scene,

for moments like this don't last forever.




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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