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This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Kutztown chapter.

As the daffodils and tulips and rose

Turn their face towards the sun and begin glow

Their sweet aroma fills the fresh spring air

They dance as the sun hugs them in its’ rays

My toes are tickled by the trifling grass

The modest breeze sings songs into my ears

The soft melody that spring is here true

Like a secret I should not have been told

I whisper it to the bees buzzing free

And to the trees whose buds have begun bloom 

That winter has finally made its course for good. 

 

Where has winter gone, like the sun at night

Disappearing so quickly; far from sight.

The cold in the air replaced by soft breeze

The trees that were once bare are filled with leaves

O, winter, I greet thee like an old friend

Releasing me from your cold, grating grip

I find it difficult to let you go 

Even though I know warm air is for best

I find comfort in arms of evil clutch    

 

Though seasons eternally come and go

In my heart, winter will always endure

With thy chilled grip I can never refuse

Mystique and reserved, you always bewilder

Footprints in the snow, leading to who knows

Snowflakes dance in grace, I bow before them 

The head of the kingdom, cold with beauty

Spring is sheltered, I know I should prefer

The taste of the sun, the sound of the Earth 

But the bitterness brings me back always

Freezes me until I cannot move…preserved. 

*This piece of writing was created as a mimic on John Keats’ “To Autumn” for my British Literature course.

Alexa Rode

Kutztown '24

Alexa Rode is a junior at Kutztown University of Pennsylvania. She studies English and Professional Writing. When not reading or writing, she spends her time performing with the Kutztown Dance Team and is a sister of Delta Zeta.
Jena Fowler

Kutztown '21

Music lover, writer, avid Taylor Swift connoisseur