wrapped in headscarves and blankets

you wait on your wooden rocking chair

sky black with the stars falling

around you like leaves of autumn

for it is that season where change

is inevitable and the air carries cold

and new riches to your nose and mouth

with dawn approaching as fast as it does

you aren’t sure which birds speak first

though a cacophony sets your spine

more erect in that sitting position

so you begin to release yourself against

the covers you’ve brought and suddenly

your body shivers with the first sight

breaking the horizon at eye level

a shriek of color sends vibrations

through your ears and down to your toes

with the birds wailing and the sky brazened

like you’ve never before felt

so that lake ice before you begins to melt

and the release of methane shoots

in all directions to mirror that light

so you unfasten your layers to the ground

for our sun’s enduring warmth

 

by Andrew Gavin

 

Andrew Garvin completed his undergraduate degree in International Relations from the University of Southern California. He now lives in Wilmington, North Carolina taking Creative Writing at the University of North Carolina Wilmington.

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