Winter 2019

The snow on all the tops of trees

has had me stuck inside.

I miss the sun and summer breeze,

a heat that sparked my pride.

Can we just turn the time back please

when you were by my side;

when running was a quick release

and no one ever died.

The year has slipped away from me,

it’s taken all my time.

But there you have it,

here you go;

a quick, sweet

breakfast rhyme.

by: Brianna Cruz

December 2019

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