By: Ariana Johnson
Frigid
And suddenly, the woodland has bared its branches
The days now cloth the new season, like a bride.
And though cold and pale, its exquisite beauty
Fills my eyes with such incomparable warmth.
I shall carry this grace with me; in my soul.
Until she–frigid, in the last hours;
With my frosted lips, kisses the newly born Spring.
By: Clairel Estevez
This poem helps to bring in the Christmas vibes, because of all the beautiful white clouding the fields and plants. I don’t like the cold that much, but I love to look at snowflakes falling to the floor. I hope you guys are still wearing your mask to protect your friends and the people you love.
Sincerely,
The Passionate Poet