Illustrated by Angelica Tao
Winter Wasteland In between crying and being frozen.
By the hot spring, I dip my toes in.
Trying to prevent being frost bitten.
Somehow, I lost a mitten.
If I could be indoors, I’d be healed.
In a shelter that could be sealed.
So boring yet so thrilling.
This landscape is chirping but also chilling.
This place is conniving. Hope is not thriving.
If I were instead in a cave.
I would eventually be saved.
People are always searching for gold.
But in this wasteland, there is nothing to be sold.
Here’s what the Author wrote: We’ve been having harsh weather here in Michigan!
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