i'm posting the first poem i ever brought to a class workshop...
The First Day Snow Fell
I realized the beating of my own heart too late.
The morning frost had edged leaves
still too green to see November,
I watched you walk with her.
It was so unexpected
that for at least five minutes
I must have stood there
until it started to snow in oversized flakes
that landed on my cheeks,
fell frozen on my eyelashes.
Suddenly, not wanting to be seen
by you, or more so, the girl-
i turned away.
In front of me,
a tree had not yet lost its leaves.
but they fell with the snow that day,
leaves and snowflakes swirling
to the ground together.
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