January

• Tayla Briscoe, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

It was a white linen Summer day
You know the kind I mean
The kind where you can hear the wind in the trees before you can feel it
Sunlight dances though leaves and boughs
creating the most mesmerising spectacle on the undergrowth below
The breeze cant seem to decide whether it wants to be warm or brisk
So every step you take brings waves of each sensation kissing your skin
You're never quite sure of what time it is
But you couldn't care less
Daylight seems to last for an eternity
And when the beams finally retreat from the horizon,
A whole new world awaits you.