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



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