A leaf spins in the wind,
caught and torn, it flutters
to the ground, resting,
it’s green body shimmers
in the light, already beginning
to diminish and die.
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
A leaf spins in the wind,
caught and torn, it flutters
to the ground, resting,
it’s green body shimmers
in the light, already beginning
to diminish and die.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina