By Kaelin Reiley
Seeley-Swan High School, Grade 12 

Late Winter Visions

Series: Junior Journal | Story 12

Kaelin Reiley

In the gloom of late winter,

I sometimes glimpse,

the fleeting form

of a will-o-the-wisp.

I turn to follow my Destiny,

to know what it is I'm to do

I wish to find my Fate,

to learn what is in store for me.

But, the wisp becomes a snowflake.

A vision of white,

to be lost in a white-washed world.


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