WINTERS CROSS (By Joseph Cavera)
Clouds up above, letting man know
He has no premise, untouched flow
And we hope for promising years
After shedding a thousand tears
Yesterday’s sorrow constantly nears
Though the moon shines blue
By dawn, will turn indigo hue
A Cross of Winter
Blessed with heavenly snow
~Second Place winner in the 2008 Bergen Catholic Spring Writing Contest (1st place in group, 2nd place overall)