by Julia Xia
Staten Island Academy
Balmy morning, the first warm touch of spring;
Wind cradles the breath of ocean mist
and I soar in winter’s cold farewell embrace.
My feet are drums, they tap a cozy beat
as they race against the stinging breeze
towards summer’s retreating sun.
Then day rolls up its sleeves,
gathering clouds around its shoulders.
The darkness scatters heavy rain beads.