By Mia Jones
Outside my window
I notice winter walking toward the house
His cane clacks the sidewalk like hailstones
His cloak cast such lengthy shadows
His beard leans into the chilly wind
And his arrival changed the world
- Corbett Harrison’s students
Feel the winter coming on
Hear it in the cracking trees
Note the crisping, quivering wind
Sharply snapping at their leaves
Feel it on the windowpanes
Chilly glass on fingertips
Mark the biting of the air
Blow heated breaths on numbing hands
-Unknown