Pebbles cool and round
litter the stream, you pick
a few up, the size of berries,
they rest in your palm.
The cold weighing heavy in your hand.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees