Week 18 – November

November

I wind my scarf around my neck.
The leaves blow into my arms as I walk to the subway.
It is cold again, and I am glad to feel each breath in my lungs.

I will let the trees remind me, it is time again to let go.

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Week 7 – August In July

August In July

It is my favorite part of the summer. 

The air gets chilly at night, 

Like fall is reaching out the window and blowing kisses onto my cheeks.

 

I watch the sun set over Classon Avenue.

The street is quiet as Sunday mornings, 

The moon shines on my back as the sun sinks beneath the skyline.

 

It gives me my life, it gives me my words. 

For the first time in a long time, I find myself writing. 

Week 25 – Sweater Weather

Sweater Weather

It’s like the world’s rolled backwards.

80 on an October Monday, light when I get off the G train on my way home. 

The sun peeking through the clouds and the slight smell of saltwater and humidity I know so well as summer.

Girls in matching backpacks cross the road,

And four story buildings are starting to be home more than ever. 

Its like August is here again, and I’m out of place in my sweater. 

What a strange day.