January 2022

and hit ground. I stare at tree. It stares back green.           (Come) LOOK! Kite is peeking at the sky. I open the package. (It is the present.) I feel the now again. My legs are hot— doesn’t matter. Can you find tree? Sky crystal kisses me. Snow is moving under my […]

Snow Is pretty Like a lilac Blooming. It’s falling Like a skydiver, Except from clouds. It’s melting Like ice cream. It’s gone Like a sad, Sad song. But someday, It will be falling from the sky. Soon. In winter. It does evaporate, After all. Avery DiBella, 10Salem, NH