Meridith Frazee lives in Charlottesville, Virginia. She enjoys reading and spending time outdoors. More of her work can be found in Crossroads VII or in her school’s literary magazine.

how to wait for June, and happiness

because she is so fragile
wait for her with empty hands
because she’s golden green grass
delay your sudden plans

leave your eyelids drowsing
when she walks across the lawn
ignore the soft foot whispers
until the break of dawn

don’t tell her that you missed her
until your hands are full
of midnight rain and roses
and fast blood slows to lull.