Kelsie Nelson-Osae '26
The soft beauty of the snow covers the gloomy days of January,
Its foliage life turned into ice.
“Love is in the air!” they’ll say,
For love, I cannot pay.
Before books became law,
There was no cost to draw.
When Sappho wrote poems about a special love, a sacrilege to modern institutes!
muses admired; the sun was luminous, and so were divine fruits.
But time passed its journey and books replaced light,
bringers of knowledge tramped over by panicked blight.
A cold hand brings back light,
with snow comes its light and offers only what’s right.
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