Isolation
Window Slightly Opened
Window slightly opened
Rain gently falling
Darkness fully surrounding
Time quickly passing
I’m softly typing
Mind swiftly racing
Rain still falling
Thus creating music to my ears.
Droplets differently descending
Landing in many places
Which all have a purpose
A purpose unknown...
The storm is quite soothing
Seconds rapidly keep ticking
While my love for nature truly grows
God really blessed us, so cherish it all.
--Talia W.
Back Bay to Brookline
I’ve never seen so many colors
making an indigo skylight
Crowds of people
Flakes of snow
A crisp breeze flows throughout the night
and though it’s frigid
I am not cold.
The faces of these walkers are cold
Reflecting multicultural colors
These faces illuminate the night
Going down the stairs to the T, I confront the light
My shoes glimmering with snow
I glance back & forth at the people,
The T stuffed with people
in which I no longer acknowledge the cold
Outside the window, small mountains of snow
Inside, the warmth of others, the T full of color
The small toddler in front of me, bouncy full of light
The T stops, I walk off into the night
Flashing lights sweep me into the night
I walk swiftly among the people
Under my feet feels light
Rushing again, I still don’t feel the cold
Ignoring the weather, I only see colors
Fluorescent pinks & blues of store lights reflect themselves on the snow.
I particularly don’t like the snow
Especially in the freezing of night
The only product of warmth here are the colors
Blues, greens, oranges reflecting on the coats of the people
Almost to my destination, my body generates heat deflecting the cold
I walk to the door to buzz the small light,
The door opens & my heart becomes light
My coat comes off, behind me melts the snow
Cheerful, no longer cold
Inside, no residue left from this frosty night
Up two flights of stairs to see my people
Balloons, cupcakes & streamers dance around the room with colors.
--Alexis E.
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