A year

A Poem By Ruby And Lacey

I wake up, it’s that brief time of year when nature is too indecisive to be either too hot or too cold. The cicadas cry into the morning light, awakening the world with their cacophonous symphony. It has been a month now, something about seeing piles of colourful leaves everywhere puts me in the happiest mood I have ever been in. With apple-stuffed cheeks, I take long walks and read long books. Take long naps in long pajamas. My room is covered in snow, like a thick blanket. One that’s cold and wet. As I battle the bitter cold, I fall asleep, through the night. As I greet spring, my creativity starts to bubble. If my creativity were a flower it would be in full bloom! These times were wonderful, but far too short…

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