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.
