A shimmer of light cast upon a blue mirror. I see my spirit reflected on a ripple. Light upon a river, when wind comes, it is blurred into illusion. Griffin Byrne, 8Cambridge, MA
Poetry-Nature
A Letter to Chickadee
I wake up to the sound of music, a tiny fluttering sound Flutter in my ears ‘til the sun drops down Perch on my windowsill and wake the waiting sun Take flight, bird, be free Feathers round my mind, ‘til opposites meet. Satyrs, Photo by Lara Katz Griffin Byrne, 8Cambridge, MA Lara Katz, 14Weston, CT
As Seen from Above
Hundreds of feet in the air, the world is In miniature, a scale model made of tinfoil, cardboard, and glue The green water ocean is so smooth you could walk on it Haloed by a ring of white foam, tiny islands poke out of the sea They’re so small none of them have a name You could be the first to conquer them, call them your own The wind is high, and clouds rush in The plane rises higher You leave the old world and enter one of pure sunlight The only shadow is that of the plane on the clouds below Sunset is fading fast You chase it— Everything ends in stars Jem Burch, 13Van Nuys, California
