A Slow Dancing Cascade

Written by Ava Carter ‘27

Illustrated by Charlotte Derway ‘26

My friends

Think of winter

As a morbid beauty,

Characterized by the frost of daylight.

Their thoughts grow consumed by the darkness.

But in hibernation,

They miss the northern decoration, 

The celebration,

Of falling snow.

They abandon that beauty,

That slow dancing cascade,

For a misguided

Crusade

But now, 

Like the rarity of the flake,

So becomes the chance of its fall. 

Bitten by the industry,

We throb.

Red again, 

Purple then, 

Under his hot and angry abuse.

This is red and black.

This is the attack 

Of the world's change.

They have taken the joy away

From growing old,

For now the world is an empty, hot room,

Without the cooling touch, 

The ornamentation

Of  snowfall

We wait 

Not so patiently 

For that frigid blanket

Of pure white snow. 

We try and break from fall

Heaving, wishing 

For that white abuse, 

Now I can’t believe

They thought of winter

As a morbid beauty

With no use

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