Poetry: First Winter After She Left

First Winter After She Left by Yash Seyedbagheri First winter after Mother leaves, sister Nancy and I shovel unruly snow, hands weighed down by patches. Flakes fly, whirling seductresses. We clear faster. Flakes cover clearness. Nature gives. Takes. Gives people wanderlust, makes world cold. We try to make everything perfect. Keep clearing. We trip. Keep […]