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.

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