Beyond the Window Ledge
Christine, Age 16, Arlington, VA

Dawn’s silver mist imbues the air,
entwining birches in its sullen body---
splaying its gentle blood across my window

A window stained with memories of spring.

The fledglings still linger in my dreams
Their bantam wings trembling in the evening breeze,
sweet songs tangled in the ivy
mesmerizing the worms with their carols,
enticing them from the wet earth

Then they flew
Conquering the wind and seducing the skies for their own
My tears painted my window with pain and sorrow.

But they will return. The fledglings will return.

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