Blooming & Growing * Group 5

I can’t force art out of my head. Like a caterpillar in a cocoon, I need to give myself time to grow. I’m like an unbloomed flower. I like to grow, but I hate to leave my memories behind. Bittersweet. To bloom, I need energy, safety, and love. Once I am a butterfly, I will learn to fly. Seeds become flowers, caterpillars become butterflies, But what will I be?

Winter * Group 6

The wind whistles against the polyester

Of my jacket.

The snow is as crunchy as chips

There’s no leaves left visible around me.

Snowflakes shimmer as they collapse through the clouds.

The clouds are as soft as cotton candy

The grass is nowhere to be seen, buried underneath the thick piles of snow.

Christmas music is playing in the nearby house, echoing Through the open fields of what I call home.

I can feel the cold wind against my feet every time. I open the door.

I can imagine the hot cocoa waiting for me. I love winter.