Winters

Poem by Maya Shvab

The snow doesn’t fall here
On California’s southern tip 
Silver tinsel wrapped around 
The palm’s golden trunk 
Maybe there is beauty 
In what I had once hated
Hands turning red in mittens
Ice melting inside my boots 
Relentless northern wind
Whispering for me to go home
To a warm, crackling fireplace
And a nettle-covered floor

Maya Shvab is an engineering student in California who enjoys writing as a means of escape and expression. Her work is primarily influenced by her childhood in Canada and France. She draws inspiration from long morning walks and observations of everyday human interactions. View more of her work at https://www.mayashvab.com