Long Winter
By Imogen B
Published 25 July 2023
SWISH… the cold wind prickles against my skin,
like my face was hit with a bag of grandma’s sewing needles.
The naked trees shivering, wishing they had their spring clothes.
When will I see the sign of spring?
The frosty grass blades crunching underfoot.
The naked trees standing tall and bare dreaming of the fluorescent, green leaves.
When will I see the sign of spring?
The still, frozen lake reflecting like a mirror.
The intricate snowflakes falling like diamonds in the sky.
When will I see the sign of spring?
Clouds billowing out my mouth with each breath I take, then disappearing into the atmosphere.
Fog rising from the ground like lost spirits searching for their loved ones.
When will I see the sign of spring?
My eyes look down to a vibrant, green sapling nestled next to a small rock.
Its leaves highlighted by rays of sunlight. The birds are energetic and bring me joy, they are my choir. Creatures crawling out from their dark, dirty burrows, their eyes adjusting to the brightness.
Tiny purple flowers leaning towards the bright sun, like they’re trying to listen to it.
This serene place is what I have been waiting for, the sign of spring.