Morning Routine

Every morning I spend a certain amount of time outside waiting for the shuttle bus to take me to university. Last week I decided to write a poem for each morning. Each stanza is a new morning, so three days in a row.    Train in background Fresh sun silhouetting objects Against tall wheat turning…

Spring

A rough draft of my poem, Spring! Sorry it’s been a while since the last update.   Daffodils timidly appear, Afraid that they will be demolished; Crushed by the elements. Slowly grass greens, Roses bloom And birds nest Slowly at first But then all at once – Apprehensive Jack Frost Might have forgotten something. When…

Winter Day

Written when I went on vacation with my family.   The flames eagerly leap licking up the oxygen; creating a warm glow, melting leftover ice and snow off of pants and sweaters; Warming the tingling extremities. The kettle boils – steam erupts from the too as water bubbles inside. Outside the big window snow flies…