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

Apple buds and Macintoshes
Hang on my grandmother's tree

The rain has ended; the eastern
breeze sweep
across the tall grass at the field's edge

In the distance the clouds retreat
and I kick off my shoes

The cat rubs against my ankle and I smile
All is well: spring has come.

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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