You turn me into humming

Bird between the brittle branches

Of a secret garden

Falling fuchsia and

Raspberry crème brulee hues

.

I am warm in the middle

And worn in the soles of my

Tumbleweed shoes

.

I've yet to hold you in

Spring and become

Blueberry pie, rhubarb tart

I've yet to be

Your wildflower dance

With soft and limber bones, but

.

You've seen me lemonade fresh in summer

You've known me burning fire autumn

You've maybe-loved me into deep indigo winter

.

You make me tree-house dream

Lush, lofty

Climbing

.

And with pretzel limbs

Salty

Our sailboat souls

Will ride each other's waves

.

Into that season of

Dragonflying

 

 

My name is Erin Gleeson and I am a junior in the Professional Writing program, here at Champlain College. I chose Champlain based off of this major. As a senior in high school I couldn’t have dreamt of majoring in something that I not only endlessly love, but something that I innately need to do. I write primarily poetry, but I am currently interning at New Hampshire Public Radio and studying radio journalism...which is a whole new world. When all is said and done, I want to travel to learn, study and write about culture, as I am deeply interested in people’s stories. My ultimate goal is to grow into some sort of travel writing, ethnographic documentarist who lives and breathes poetry.  I want to be constantly learning, even after the classes end and graduation passes.”

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