Poem: Just The Little Things

Poem: Just The Little Things

Jocelyn Smytka, Staff Writer

Just The Little Things 

I hate the winter

But I love the night

When the wind is cold and the stars are bright When your breath turns to smoke

I hate the spring

But not when the rain stops

And the flowers sprout

Dark clouds fade away in late may

I hate the summer

But not the days when the air isn’t sticky But rather has a light glaze

The sun starts to set at nine instead of five I hate the fall

Just not when the wind is crisp and cold Or when the world feels lively and new not old

 

I hate the winter and the blizzards it brings But

love the snow…I love the little things I hate the

spring and the constant downfall But love the

rain…I just appreciate the little things I hate the

summer…and the droughts But I love the sun..

just the little things I hate fall and the

thunderstorms

But enjoy the thunder…the little things I hate

the whole puzzle and the bigger picture And

appreciate the single puzzle piece