As December Comes and Goes

By Hannah Barber

I felt the frost-
On my fingertips.
And I tasted the snowflakes-
On my lips.
A blanket of snow-
Covered the ground.
And a feeling of nostalgia-
Followed me around.
A dozen snowflakes-
Fell to my eyes.
And I felt your gaze-
From heavenly skies.
As December comes-
And as it goes,
Memories of you-
Ebb and flow.
I felt a tear-
Roll down my cheek.
And for a moment-
It was hard to speak.
I saw another flake-
Descend down here.
And I then knew-
You were still here.


About the Author: “My name is Hannah Barber and I am fifteen years old. I am currently in my first year of homeschooling, before this year I attended public school. I would like to have a poetry column that focuses on issues in our society today, whether it be society’s view of beauty versus true beauty, or about promoting your self worth. Everyone is worth just as much as every one else, and in our society I believe that teens don’t feel as though they mean enough. I want to inspire teens to feel better about themselves and to follow their dreams.”  

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