Oct 21
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By The Fire

(Editor's Note: This is one of the winning submissions for Winter Tales and will be performed by Vermont Stage on Dec. 12. Find out more here!)

Winter is my favorite season.
I stay warm by the fire
With a cup of cocoa, and watch
The snowflakes fall gracefully, dancing
With the flames. 

Sometimes Nature holds her breath
And all is still; when I step outside, the silence
Is only broken by the crunch of snow 
Under my feet.

Other times, the winds howls as a lonely wolf
Lamenting the forlorn expression of the moon,
Tearing at braches, scouring houses with sharp 
Icy crystals, whipping across my face, 
Stinging my eyes, slashing ears and fingertips, 
As I hurry home to safety from the storm.

The best time of all is when 
The world pauses for a moment, though not
In anticipation, simply to ponder 
Its own existence.

Nov 07
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Hi. Do I know you?
I feel like I've met you before. You seem 
So familiar, yet so far, out of reach—
Do you remember me?
Oh—I've only just seen you once, I think,
In a documentary. You're a refugee. 
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I whisper to the screen.
But you will never hear me.
You might never make it beyond the fence,
Or beyond the next week, for all we can tell.
From halfway across the globe, I've realized
People treat you differently, yet we could never be
More similiar—both trapped inside
The world's perception of us, our cultures both
Forced into boxes, while they categorize us as well.
Someday I want to meet you, for I see stars in your eyes.
Your eyes which shine so bright, so gentle, so kind.
Someday perhaps I'll meet you—we'll be two stars in the sky.
Nov 06
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Pencil to paper
Paper to thought
What music is it I
Can and cannot

My mind is the paper
When inspiration comes by
It grabs it swiftly
And imagination flies.

My foot is the drum
Tapping on the floor,
My pencil the viola,
My heart the piano chord.

I feel a melody
Rising in my bones
My voice bursts forth,
I need no microphone.

The songbird within me
Glides down to my hands
My fingers grip the pencil
And make their demands

Graphite on paper
Recording my thoughts
The rhythm, the lyrics
The rests and the notes

I tie off the end
With a flourish and bow,
Signing my name as 
Only I know how.

My new piece completed,
I sit back in my chair.
The verse may have ended
But in my mind, it's still there--

The music keeps ringing
Throughout my whole mind; 
New inspiration--
Oct 31
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Hot Chocolate in October

The first hot chocolate of the season
Warms me up from head to toe,
Conjuring up images of candy canes and snow
As I sit by the fire this cold Autumn night.

The first hot chocolate of the season
Made with a recipe only I know:
I can't tell you all, but I will say though
That melted on top's a huge, fluffy marshmallow!

The first hot chocolate of the season
Keeps me warm though outside it snows;
People still trading Halloween candy 
While I race to find ribbon bows.

The first hot chocolate of the season
Is perfect; I sip it slowly from a Christmas-themed mug,
The fireplace glows beside me as
I dream, wide-awake, of the Winter to come.
Oct 30
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What happens to the
In a child's eyes
Between six years old
And sixteen?

What happens to our 
Our mindsets 
When we go from being told
To imagine our own worlds into existence,
Then enter the "real" world and
Are ridiculed for 
Dreaming too big?

I'm still shy of sixteen,
My rosy gaze tinged with whims and
Images of fantasy,
A child at heart, I think,
Yet expected to act "like an adult"
Though I'm not part of 
Adult society or conversations.

When I look into the eyes of a puppy,
An innocent creature,
so small and gentle and sweet,
I can't help but wonder why she's so content
To wag her tail and lay down beside my seat.
How does she see the world, This
bright-eyed creature?
I cannot tell, I cannot speak her tongue.
But I do know I'm happy when I see her

Oct 29
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Sweet Dreams

When the autumn breeze 
Blows leaves away, 
I know it's time to go.

When the sun disappears
Behind screens of rain,
I know it's time to go.

When the first snow falls
And the ground freezes o'er,
I know it's time to go.

When people pick pumpkins
And rejoice in harvests,
I know it's time to go.

When people gather firewood
And find their coats and mittens,
I know it's time to go.

When people sing carols
In early anticipation,
I know it's time to go.

When I feel the call of those before me
And yawn in mimicked response,
I know it's time to go.

So I curl up in my cozy burrow
Down under the freezing dirt and snow,
And sleep, dreaming sweetly, through the time
People sing and feast and have winter break
and oh, who knows. I'd rather hibernate!

When the sun shines again 
And melts the snow,
Oct 28
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It was raining
The day you said goodbye.
Raindrops streaked down windowpanes,
Turning the once stable ground
To mud,
Just like how
The world seemed to slip out
From under out feet.

I was crying 
The day you said goodbye.
None of us wanted to say
What we knew was all too true, or
What the likely outcome was.
Words stuck in throats,
Strained silence became overwhelming
As we choked, alone, on our 
Own pain, finally realizing inside that
Everything was not going to be okay.

You were brave
The day you said goodbye.
You couldn't speak, as none of us could,
Yet the gentle squeeze you gave my hand
And the last hug we ever shared
Expressed all the memories, the heartache,
The joy, the sadness I knew, you knew, we all felt.
Then the door opened,
And closed,
And you were gone.

Goodbye can mean many different things.
Oct 25
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Don't You Remember

Pause for                     a moment.
Don't you remember      when you could see
Everything right in the wo   rld, everything imaginary?
Do you miss that? Do you miss your invisible friend,
Your fairy wings? Do you miss feeling invincible, like
You could really, positively do absolutely anything?
Do you ever wonder what would happen if we 
never grew up? Don't you ever stop to 
ponder why at 12, we must act like
adults? I wonder, I wonder, I
wonder why. What if 
We found a way
To forever

Oct 25
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Winter's Coming

The first snowflakes begin to fall,
Gently guided by the breeze 
Towards the ground.

I hold my hand out, catch
One on my tongue, rejoice
In the coming of Winter.

Her bugles sound loud,
A blend of the chorusing winds
As they rouse the forest in their sport;

The trees bow, nobles in her court,
Ice forms over ponds. Winter's
Red carpet now awaits.

Suddenly, grey clouds cover the sky,
Clamouring all at once in thunderous chaos,
They ignite the sky with flash after flash,
Paparazzi following fast on Winter's glimmering gown---

Winter pauses for a moment, allowing one picture,
Her gales lay still, flowing down her shoulders as hair,
Her gown of ice crystals, each snowflake unique,
Trails out behind her, ne'er catching on 
The ice slippers on her feet;

Then she proceeds immediately, tossing her long locks
Oct 21
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Mind the Time

Can you believe
Someone 6,000 years ago,
Yet just like you,
Might have wondered what people would think about
Now, imagine someone 6,000 years from now
Wondering the same thing.
Where do our minds meet?