Winter Poem

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.