of autumn, still (laura)

the mornings are slow to rise
and the smell of autumn still lingers
despite the snow.
the bitter cold turns words white
as they fall to the ground in
frozen heaps.
there's a deceiving sun that rises and kills the evening
with icy light; and the songs frozen on your lips
are warm enough for you to stay awake.
it's funny how the ice always looks like glass
but never really looks like water
and how the morning smells like night
until the sun goes back down.
the air makes your nose tingle with chill
as you sit on your own
and watch the morning rise.

Author's Note

Another Writing Lab assignment. She told us to write an "Ode to our favorite season." Although I never SAID winter, it is very much implied.

Reviews

[Moki]

Winter?
What's that?
They don't HAVE it below the mason f*****g dixie line.


:( :( :(

Another excellent writing piece.
I ended up rescheduling and I am taking creative writing the second half of the year.

Btw look up SC Governor's school for arts and humanities.

I'm trying soo hard to convince my dad to let me go for creative writing.

[Chloe Madison Taylor.]

You love winter?
strange.

I always thought summer sunsets and spring sunrises were the best.

[Rachel DeHart]

This is wondeful.. I love how vivid it is....
*smiles* It gave me chills.