Tree Cloaked in White
By Lydia M.
When the winter wind blows,
Trees are barren skeletons covered in cold, white cotton,
Spindly arms bending down with the weight of snow
The trees huddle
Trying to keep warm
Together in a field of white
But when the snow melts,
And drips off the trees,
And the golden daffodils bloom,
And the birds chirp,
The trees are bowing down again,
But draped with blossoms –
Blossoms white as snow
Ode to Death
by Isaac B.
He clears the world of life,
Who’s time has come
He is the greatest darkness,
To all who roam the earth
He is the ominous wind, in a pitch-black basement,
Lit only by a single burning candle
He is the fiery light,
At the end of a long tunnel,
Known, but invisible
But he is wrongly feared,
By his greedy victims
Everyone is doomed,
By his malicious wrath
But when he makes room for more,
Is death really evil?
My Annoying Itch
By
Matthew D.
I have an itch
It’s on my back
It’s giving me
An anxiety attack
It’s so annoying
Driving me insane
It’s causing me
A lot of pain
I itch and itch
And itch some more
This terrible itch
I really do abhor
I get down
Rub my back
On the floor
And finally, finally
I feel it
No more
