Haven of an Autumn Midnight This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category.

Charcoaled air slaps our faces
as we race through the icy black
Soon,
we lose feeling from our skin –
frozen needles piercing into our veins.
Surrounded by civilization, we feel colder than humanity.

They walk upon the stream of charcoal,
gazing upwards.
The Big Dipper?
You and I stay on the dry bank
and you stretch your arms around me
covering me;
warmth, protection. Love.
You rest your head on mine
and they keep searching.
Cassiopeia?

The harsh grind of a sports-car engine
screeches 50 in a 25 mile-per-hour zone
But with your arms, barring me into warmth,
the needles stop piercing
and listen:

nothing.

Transparent white pearls
twinkling
in the indigo sea of sky;
orange lighthouse beacons
line the streets with safety.

Now silent, stilled
we step on the bank toward home.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

This work has won the Teen Ink contest in its category. This piece won the September 2010 Teen Ink Poetry Contest.






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