The crabapple trees, arthritic spinsters in the winter
have reprised their roles as brides
plump and delicate in ivory/ fuchsia/ coral.
The wind whispers subtleties
and spring considers summer
the way a child leans over the sidewalk’s warm breath
and ponders anthills:
and then not at all.
Kara Peter is an 11th grade student who is inspired by thunderstorms, mountains and good books. She lives within her imagination.