Doves Doves
by Brianna Thompson Peer outside like a convict peeking through the bars squinting at the light. Peer outside and tell me that this blinding snow isn’t like the forbidden sun the freedom that every prisoner in every prison looks at Longingly. tell me that something so beautiful as the white Furling of a bare branch isn’t something to reach for and burn into your memory. Tell me this brilliant snow isn’t kept from you by a glass window by the intoxicating, clanging jail gates of a warm Home. the knowledge that temptation of this frigid swirling wonderland can be fogged away by a single breath. Tell me that your lids aren’t drooping in the delicious entrapment of central heating and hot cocoa. and finally tell me that every blinding peek outside isn’t like Peace after a pillow fight. Weightlessness in the air, the feathers settling like tiny white doves.
Seasonal Dreams Seasonal Dreams by Rebekah R. Sharpe
Snowflakes falling Silently coating our world Swiftly descending Soft, yet briskly cold Soothing, while sipping hot cocoa by the fire
Flowers peeking through ice patches Fascinating the children with their determination to survive Fear of being crushed under a careless foot Finally blooming into beauteous things Failing to make some stop and smell the roses Laying in the sand Letting your hair be swept up by ocean breezes Laughing and telling stories ‘round the campfire Looking for a friend during hide ‘n’ seek Losing yourself while being absorbed in a novel Raking leaves just to jump in the pile afterwards Rousing oneself to go to the first day of school Raising money for school tuition Reuniting with friends at a barbecue Readying for the bitter cold months ahead
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