By Abigail Stanton
Lilac and cut grass kiss me sweetly by means
of May’s first breeze, and the Midwest’s
monsoon season pays an Irish goodbye,
giving sunburn a turn to run rampant.
Her rays do in fact prove strong enough to redden
my neck but have yet to render last week’s
rain a memory as still boggy fields respond to my
clomping through them by spitting up at
the trim of my skirt. Newness of life in
blossoms, an uncracked book, and birdsong
prompts gratitude in abundance. Thank you, for
I’m becoming all I have hoped to.
About the Author
Abby is in her second year at ICC studying English and education. Aside from her studies, Abby also is involved with Cru and enjoys working as a barista at Leaves 'n Beans. Her favorite drink is (currently) a breve cortado with brown sugar cinnamon and her favorite book of the Bible is (currently) Ephesians.