Ice On a Window
Ice on a window,
frost in the trees,
a warm winter’s pillow,
no longer beneath me.
Snow in my hair,
dark in the morning,
I no longer care
which direction I’m going.
Frozen sidewalks,
cracking roads,
a lonely bird balks–
how poorly it bodes.
Hail above,
and slush down below,
one lost leather glove
which a homeless man stows.
Clouds rolling in,
as far as the eye can see,
how aimlessly walking I’ve been,
yet I find myself exactly where I needed to be.
About the Writer
Gabby Reznick, Staff Writer
Gabby Reznick is a junior in the Medical Science program at FHS. Outside of school, she is in a dance company and likes to read. Her favorite sport is Rhythmic Gymnastics. She has no pets now, but used to have a wolf-dog, and she has a younger brother and sister who she babysits from time to time. Gabby is excited for her second year on the staff of the Colonial.
