A Winter’s Breeze This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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The crisp wind, like freshly prepped cookie dough, is
Numbing my skin with a burning brush.
As the soft air scrapes past me,
I peer across the terrace.

I can see a winter's eternity burning with passion
The liberated winter landscape concealed with the color white

Just then a rabbit hopped across the scene
With clumsy yet precise movements through the deep snow.
It's time to go back to sleep.
It's winter.

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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