Over the Orange Trees

Madison Abbassi is a senior who loves reading everything she can get her hands on. Her favorite authors change all the time, but right now she enjoys Leo Tolstoy, Ernest Hemingway, Virginia Woolf, and Agatha Christie. In her free time, she’s written some fiction stories.

Over the Orange Trees

On a strange iron-gray morning I woke up before sunrise

It was raining placidly over the orange trees

A cool draft passing into my bedroom.

I stood in the hazy middle ground between night and day

Staring through my window at the sodden road

Gray oceans of wet asphalt under a pale mist of streetlights.

I watched cars pass ineffably like lost ships in a storm

Sailors drifting beyond the horizon of suburbia

Until their red lights had disappeared entirely.

The earth stood quiet and still,

And for a moment my mind was too.