The following poem is an extract from the chapbook metaphors, metonymies, & anthropomorphisms. It is published here with the kind permission of the poet, second-year EPST student Alexandria Sisson, in celebration and anticipation of the season to come.
WINTER
The first time I saw snow,
I touched bare feet to iced roots,
I lay down on the earth,
a girl of a thousand colors looking up at her first white sky.
I did not know who I was.
I told my body: it was time to be uprooted.
the trees were naked.
it took me two more months to realize
that it made the light easier to be seen.
— Alexandria Sisson
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