Sun trickles down the hills,
the air is changing, and I can
feel the whisper of fall crisply
in my ears. The world spins a
little faster, and time begins to
swim away, the new year
getting closer.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Sun trickles down the hills,
the air is changing, and I can
feel the whisper of fall crisply
in my ears. The world spins a
little faster, and time begins to
swim away, the new year
getting closer.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina