See Poem by Jessica Mackey

An autumn day
I see our teacher mouth the words “We’re going outside”. Everyone moaned and sighed because we all know that it’s freezing. I grabbed my jacket and buttoned it up tight. We were going outside for inspiration on our English writing. I looked out the window and saw the tree swaying. The part snow covered and part ice covered concrete looked slippery and unforgiving. We got outside and I looked into the wind. I blinked. The wind was blasting in my face and my eyes became dry and started to water. No clouds in the sky this morning, and the sun was raising. A deadly chill ran up my spine, and my breath was visible. As we got into the field, we all wrote what we saw, felt, heard, smelled and taste. I am frozen. I can’t feel my toes, and I really want to go inside. Finally the teacher says to enter. I am so relieved I run to the door. Will this numbing winter ever end?