WOW! A post on SATURDAY??

Happy Saturday!

Surprise! I'm posting a poem on a Saturday. Name a more shocking event. I'll wait.

I just finished my first semester at the University of Northern Iowa, and it was the most challenging and exciting few months of my life so far. I made a ton of great friends who I will miss unbearably over break, participated in some of the most fascinating musical ensembles and productions I have ever been a part of, and passed all my classes with flying colors (I hope... Grades aren't out yet...).
I've learned so many things this semester about myself and the world, in classes and in daily life. One of the most fun things I've learned this semester is that writing poetry is an amazing stress-reliever. Another great thing I've learned is that some other people I know actually enjoy poetry too! I'm so happy that there are people who like to read what I write. Thank you.

Enough of that mushy stuff. Let's get into some poetry, shall we? I just wrote this one about 10 minutes ago and couldn't wait to share it. Enjoy!


December. 12/17/16

Here, in the cold winter, 

where everything is covered 

in a phantom sheet of ice, 

the steady and shallow 

inhale and exhale of the hills continues. 

Dusted in bitter white, 

all things seem silent

all things seem still.

As early the daylight departs

along the highway 

and through the winter winds,

an orange glow emerges over the hill.

As the warm candle flickers

in winter’s kitchen,

so flickers a home in the distance,

casting a hellish glare

about the somber, snowy scape. 

The air is probably warm there

and the white dust has certainly melted

with the walls.

In the movies, with fire comes music

to accompany the crackling of the flames
but now, from afar, there are no sounds.