Student Publishing Program ::

Saaya Maeda

Snow Cover

The trees outside my window
used to be colorful.
Leaves flying everywhere,
as I climbed up,
reaching the top
where I could see the whole world.
Now just blank white.

The brown wooden swing
hanging from the trees.
The warm air
would carry me high.
Feet reaching past the horizon.
Now almost buried.

The dark wooden porch
that I played on for hours,
making mud sculptures,
and trying to catch bugs,
is no longer visible.

Lights capture the snowflakes,
sparkling and shining.
The wind picks them up,
spinning in circles,
reaching the blanket of snow,
covering up even more.
Leaving no trace of my past.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]