By Alexandra Gilbert (Y12)
December,
It didn’t feel like Thursday today,
It’s early December
It doesn’t feel like December.
I’m still back in summer haze,
i miss it and I yearn for snow.
I want to go back,
maybe 20 years,
i might be apart of breeze that
shakes the trees, that
frame the sky, that
shares the light
of morning and of night.
in nostalgic summer
and estranged winter.
I want to feel more alive,
like I did in June.
In blades of grass,
lovesick with sun.
Winter fog wraps me,
I wane past love to aspire.
to stretch so far I reach the room,
because the stars are quiet,
and hiding in cloud.
A boat rocks in still water,
hidden by dark evenings,
cradled by the moon.