Big and bright It stood and watched me. Shattering as I Skipped stones Across the surface Of the Solid lake, The ripples spread its Perfect whiteness. Silent but bold. It moved the ocean waters. It was howled at by the Wolf, Enraged by loneliness. It lit the path of the Dead night. I cup the cool, crisp Water in my hands and Splash them on my face. The drops Capture its rays And I am splashed With moonbeams. Lauren MacGuidwin,12McLean, Virginia
Poetry-Nature
The Sea
Standing on a stretch of glossy rocks lumps of mussel shells adorned with seaweed advance forward into my grasp. Murky greens color the water in shady reflections, the thought of wind and shadows combined. There is no divider for sky and sea they are intertwined like ivy leaves around each other. For what is not related, in this cool, salty, boundary-less place where the deep comes alive from bottomless water Wujun Ke,13Chapel Hill, North Carolina
Meadow
There are scattered wildflowers wilting among the coarse grass. Solitary deer graze on prickly stems. Birds gossip in the branches of dead oak trees. Sunlight casts a dappled shadow onto the hard dirt. And the wind whispers secrets to me over the bent corn. Julia Lipkis,12Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
