January 2022

The kids they play around you The dads just back from work They laze and gaze into you, at the lovely sway of the trees of the trees, of the lovely sway of the trees Amity Doyle, 11Katonah, NY

 January January-cold winter air swoops through the chimney but can’t blow out the fire February Bundled up in your house you lay surrounded by your needs of warmth No one can cold you March March makes birds get ready to sing It makes snow into grass It makes a hundred nests built for birds It makes winter to spring to summer to fall April Sing this poem in the showers and dance around with the flowers which you’re delivering to Grandma May May the flowers start off May the luck bloom from thou May the warmth start on In May June The swimming pool is filled with sunlight warming the warm air The breeze feels good, especially when you’re reading a book in the shade under a hickory tree July July is the sweet sticky sound calling the birds and the humidity healing the trees with green August Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot August’s hot September The beginning of fall and the end of summer. Who could ask for more. October Put on your hat, your cloak, your robe, we plead; fall is in session November The harvest on the field looks up to the cold moon December The December rain pains down on the windowsills frozen as ice cackle cackle cackle! It seems to laugh No snow today, just frozen rain Pitter patter The rain spatters across the ground Frost evolves and multiplies itself by the minute As the atoms in the air turn to ice Amity Doyle, 11Katonah, NY 

I live in a snow globe. A little lamp shines in on me. I talk to the lamp, maybe it’s lonely. A door opens. My brain is full of water, but I am not alone. Johnni, Adrian and Oliver are here. Johnni says, Look out, everyone! It’s a blizzard. Oliver counts five pieces of snow on his nose and Adrian jumps like glitter. Everyone stares for a second. Then, their lungs remember to breathe Rainer Pasca, 14Bay Shore, NY