At midnight today, the first snowflake fell Wandering through miles of clear December air. It blew onto my windowpane And lay there, a silent witness To the candlelight twinkling within And the stars without. Sarah Kim Perry, 11Bethesda, Maryland
Poetry-The-Seasons
Winter Light
Warm light Streams from the sky Snow swirls in freezing wind Still, I will go out. Through the branches sprinkles A shower of light A lesson from the trees About the winter sun Here is Miyo’s poem in Japanese: atatakai hikari ga sora kara futte kuru fukisusabu kitakaze no naka sore de mo watakushi wa soto ni deru eda no suldma yori furisosogu hikari no shawaa gairoju ga oshiete kureta mafuyu no taiyoo Miyo Kurosaki, 12Kyoto, Japan
Summer Winds
The breeze tastes sweet and warm of sun of ripe fruit and of grass It ruffles my hair and plasters my sweat-wet shirt on my skin It blows doors shut and wafts in windows to cool hot pies and fill empty spaces In the gentle lull of the wind trees creak and shiver, fresh cut grass is tossed onto the walk and the clouds are pushed like cotton-ball puffs across a blue-glass sky At night the wind carries fireflies on its wings and sweet chirping songs of crickets and frogs When the breeze stops playing with my hair or creaking the loose gate and begins chafing my skin and redding my nose and cheeks making breath visible You know the summer wind has left But you remember its playful soul Sam Brandis-Dann, 11New York, New York
