Senses : Madeline Slogoff

Senses

By Madeline Slogoff (age 11)

Sizzle from the pan,
Coated in butter,
Hear the trees sing
As the windows shudder.
Watch the leaves dance
Falling from trees.
I feel a frigid gale,
Such a strong breeze.
Watch the lights turn,
Off and on.
Just in time for the strike of dawn.
Touch the bead of water,
Sitting motionlessly on the leaf.
And think about times
When life has been a thief.
Just like the seasons have stolen our time,
Our spiritual bell continues to chime.

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