Raindrops
Dim
Imagine
the cool rain tracing down the dark glass
the
wind wending through twigs that sway in breathy air
Imagine
the orange glow of the lamplight
raindrops
dim like stars nestled behind clouds
This
silent storm sings you to sleep
treetop
symphony swaying to the tune
Let the
cold glass soothe your cheek
and
breathe in the dampened beat
Sleep
lies not in silent skies
Alyssa Bridgman is an English student at
Simon Fraser University. Her main area of focus is nineteenth-century American
literature, specifically the manuscript poems of Emily Dickinson. Her debut chapbook,
HEDGE, was recently published by
above/ground press (2017).

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