The ruby-throated hummingbird
that waves its tender wings
and sporadically hovers
above the white petunia
to suck its nectar
shall return.
The chestnut rabbit that digs
a home for itself in your yard
and conspires to feast
on your harvest
under the night’s jewel
shall return.
The evergreen moss
that climbs your brick wall,
weaving through the cracks
and grasping for light
it will never reach,
shall return.
But soon the burnished gold of your hair,
which shines in vain under the sun,
will be a summit trapped under snow.
And the poinsettia hue that ignites
your complexion will wither,
your cheeks fossilizing.
Disenchant yourself!
For time always triumphs
with hearty contempt.
Your gentle neck,
once a shining glass,
will become, like you,
earth, smoke, dust.
Grade: 12
Wakefield
Washington, DC
“A Julia de Burgos” by Julia de Burgos
A world where everyone can find happiness
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