By Madeleine Correa

Dew on the windowsill,

what remains of the storm.

One teardrop falling,

faster, faster.

I watch it race across the glass as another runs down my cheek.

Glazed eyes and fog on the window

mix with the frost that coats the glass.

A late winter sun’s light

tries to pierce through the haze,

but still I can’t see.

Madeleine Correa is currently a fourth-year English major at a college in Southern California. She is working on getting her teaching credentials in order to become a high school English teacher, but when she isn’t doing homework, she’s often reading or spending time with her close friends. Although she is not a published writer, Madeleine is trying her best to join the scene of other emerging young writers.

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