MY LIFE

By Keana Alea

 

Magnificently towering cedars

Heavy with rain

Shift restlessly in the wind.

 

From the shadows creep

A tangled maze of biting brambles,

And atop yonder hill

Sits a fairy circle.

 

Snow blankets the forest floor,

And as a child goes to play,

she discovers a terrible

sea of glass lurking beneath.

 

As blood flows from quivering,

Damaged feet,

A crocus begins to bloom.