December, the last of them all
A bleak, dead finale
To the year’s stagnant drawl
Gray snow in the alley
Summer hope has disappeared
Replaced by winter’s grip
It’s what I’ve always feared
Chapped, bleeding hands
Winter’s cruel demand
Numb toes, long nights,
Salted street, Northern Lights
Deaf through my earmuffs
Time frozen in this frigid feeling
My mind in handcuffs
Often too good at concealing
Take me to the sun’s golden rays
I need to see the pure white sand
The brightness seems to hide these days
I can’t recall when my skin was tanned
This bitterness is getting old
Each season brings its own theme
It’s best to sleep away the cold
Now that summer’s just a dream
Nicholas Everett Chasler is from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania double majoring in psychology and criminology. Everett currently serves as the event coordinator and recruitment chair for University Park’s Creative Writing Club. When he isn’t busy with schoolwork, his job, or his club, Everett enjoys running, reading, spending time with friends and of course, writing.