One Saturday Night

On the windowsill 

He sat, 

Staring at the sky, 

Writing words 

Known only in his head, 

Leaning against a reflection, 

Watching the moon, 

Listening to the wind 

Drifting through the trees, 

Hearing the faint voices 

Of people walking 

And talking 

On a Saturday night. 

Magnus Grace

VT

15 years old

More by Magnus Grace

  • Sunset

    Walking through the college greens 

    On a warm night


    Some random song stuck in my head

    Playing on repeat once again


    Smelling the new flowers blooming 

    In the garden near my favorite picnic table

  • After the rain

    Humid air drifts through the streets

    Carrying the scent of damp leaves

     

    The birds sing songs of joy 

    While gathering food for their young


    Flowers begin to sprout among the grass and moss