I gaze at the fall night sky I lie down in the cold grass Close my eyes Breathing slowly I imagine I am a falling leaf I float in twirl in the slow breeze I open my eyes stand up I look Around and all I see are bare Trees and fallen leaves I lie back down and stare at the Fall night sky Elizabeth R. Herndon, 10Paradise, California
Poetry-The-Seasons
The First Morning of Winter
It is silent. Skeletons of trees. A lonely crow shrieks. And is gone in a black smudge, Erased from the sky. The air is cold melted silver, Each breath freezes and falls, Then shatters on the ground. Blades of grass cocooned in frost, Crackle when you step on them. The last leaf falls, A drop of orange on the white sheet. Winter is here. Cammie Keel, 13Boulder, Colorado
The Soundtrack of Summer
The breeze sweeps through my hair and pulls aside the curtain of leaves above me allowing sunshine to fall, gracefully onto my face. I close my eyes and listen as the hammock sways me gently. With a bold splash someone dives into the relieving cool of a backyard pool. An insect hums and chirps while lounging on a leaf. A lawn mower putters and roars as it begins to hack away at a mighty forest that’s been allowed to grow far too long. My dog beneath the hammock pants contentedly. Somewhere near a happy laugh celebrates freedom from school for many weeks to come. And then I hear a tinkling like the music at a fairy ball. For ages that very sound has attracted kids like moths to a flame. I jump to my feet and set out at a sprint towards the iconic ice cream truck. With every step my flip-flops snap as my feet pound against the asphalt. Although the peaceful trance is broken I still love no song more than the soundtrack of summer in full swing. Rebecca Kilroy, 11Basking Ridge, New Jersey
