by Olivia Sutton
How soft and silent slush n’ sleet blanket, How life breathes warmth to thaw all frozen hearts; How fierce she scorches — redens her ambit, How yielding are rustlings, how the wind smarts. She pleaseth our dreams with wondrous white, Her viridescent ladies heaven bound; She blesses crashing waves and bright daylight, Her fragile feuilles as fire scattered around. Lately, m’lady has been betrayed by man. Her salty tears flooding her cheeky shores, As her hair’s a-flare, her dry skin crackan’, And her children distract themselves with wars. Act not, stand not, see nought, ignore, and soon, Thou shall not dare deny destined doom.
Olivia Sutton is a second-year student at USD. She is double-majoring in English and French. She is passionate about both poetry and prose, and she is an aspiring poet, author, and English professor. She is currently the Prose Editor of the Alcalá Review.