Ice On a Window

By Gabby Reznick, Staff Writer

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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.