by Amber Perez
November 6, 2018
On a cold wintery night,
The blanket of snow covers everything in sight.
I shiver as the cold wind blows past me,
As I observe all of the beautiful things I see.
I see bare branches of the trees dance with the wind,
And my neighbors attempt to make a snowman with their kids.
And as the sun goes lower,
The night grows colder.
And everyone goes inside to warm up,
Pouring tasty hot beverages into their cups.
Maybe it’s because of the holidays, or a new year approaching,
But the thought of winter always seemed so hoping.
I was always fond of winter, it’s as beautiful as it is.
Like the sight of a woman’s natural hair, when it starts to frizz.
Winter in New York seems so special, it appears
Because I never truly feel at home, until winter is near.
Amber Perez is a sophomore in college who writes fictional, non-fiction stories and poetry. she also writes about current events and is studying to be a journalist.
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