winter C L AU D I A R O S A D O, B O S TO N U N I V E R S I T Y
i was born on an island and hand crafted for the sun. made to withstand harsh rays of pure light and joy which make even the weakest smile. now, in the dead of the dead my ruddy cheeks and glistening nose are faced with the birds singing in warning. spring is not coming, he cancelled his invitation. the winter blues have begun their symphony, led by the chirp chirp chirping of a brewing storm.
POETRY 33
