A Poem About Winter


Blistering, bustling sheets of snow
Peircing wind blowing as we go
Sparkling white on the first day
But we live in a city so it never stays
Instead that brown slosh just wont go away​.
Though, its not all so bad, you see.
We are all so lucky just to be
Here at this quirky, liberal university.
Dreaming of spring and warm summer air,
But the cold keeps most inside their cozy lairs.
Once it was said to me before I had my feathers,
“No such thing as bad weather, only the clothes you wear.”

-Annalise Kukor


photos by Demet Senturk


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