wrapped in headscarves and blankets
you wait on your wooden rocking chair
sky black with the stars falling
around you like leaves of autumn
for it is that season where change
is inevitable and the air carries cold
and new riches to your nose and mouth
with dawn approaching as fast as it does
you aren’t sure which birds speak first
though a cacophony sets your spine
more erect in that sitting position
so you begin to release yourself against
the covers you’ve brought and suddenly
your body shivers with the first sight
breaking the horizon at eye level
a shriek of color sends vibrations
through your ears and down to your toes
with the birds wailing and the sky brazened
like you’ve never before felt
so that lake ice before you begins to melt
and the release of methane shoots
in all directions to mirror that light
so you unfasten your layers to the ground
for our sun’s enduring warmth
by Andrew Gavin
Andrew Garvin completed his undergraduate degree in International Relations from the University of Southern California. He now lives in Wilmington, North Carolina taking Creative Writing at the University of North Carolina Wilmington.
