Amalie@kua

Paper Swans

As the paper swan swims

The wind blows around it

As the paper airplane flies  

The rain falls

Foggy mid-winter

With the earthy smell of Spring.

How is this Vermont?

I was in health class, and we were doing a group activity. In my group, there was a girl who had been teasing me the day before. I was weary of her, but decided to give her a second chance. I almost wish I hadn't.

I love the way the light filters through trees

and how the ocean sounds at night

and my feet sinking into the earth

and bird song at sunrise

and how my name sounds on your breath

The moment I open the door, the brisk fall air greets me. 

I step into the aromas of nature.

 I recall the deep smell of pines in the winter.

The clock was frozen in amber, but now frost creeps up to crack the warm glow. The minute hand trembles, then moves in wistful whirls. The Christmas tree slumps, its shiny tears clinking against the wooden floor.