by The Cowl Editor on January 18, 2018
Poetry
by Jessia Polanco ’20
When the sun guides your life
And the heat of our mother slaps your face
Everything is laid at your feet
And your smile spreads from cheek to cheek
Who are you?
When the wind sneaks into your pocket
The leaves fall again
They are crunchier than ever
Leaving only crumbles behind
And apples grow on the healthiest trees
Who are you?
When the breeze tingles on your skin
Everything is covered in a white blanket
Nothing is in your reach anymore
Out of sight
When you lose your grip
Who are you?
When the buds begin to flourish
And the rain rinses the dirt on your sidewalks
The roses surrounding you are crispy red
Your lungs begin to feel soft again
Who are you?