Day one seems like a distant memory,
A leaf swept away by the icy breeze,
Distant—
—yet familiar.
A year ago, I was a leaf
Shaking in the cold air, pleading for the sun to rise;
Sweeping me up in its warm embrace.
Oh, the sweet wind carried me here.
Where pastel pink tulips dance under the breeze—
Blue jays warm the sun.
A year later I stay,
Within the comfort of my new home surrounded by light.
Each ray filled with adventure.
New leaves sprouting nearby,
Each whispering their own lovely tales
as I dance along the breeze
Eager to start again.
Inspired by the author’s first year working at PMG.
Jazmin Crittenden
Technical Solutions Administrator
