September 1st, 2014
Regional Scholastic 2016 Gold Key Winner
I am terrified of what tomorrow will bring
and petrified by the unraveled seams of yesterday.
Change is an enemy
that I want to embrace one day,
chest and palms spread apart,
and heart cut open.
Until that day,
I will watch the moon and stars slide by,
their fingers sending ripples across the upper atmosphere,
their rays cascading against the fading days
as leaves change and fall,
their hues an array of vivid flame.
Their echoes will be heard against the
rubber soles of my running shoes
on cooling asphalt and
the branches will reach for the cotton-padded sky,
while the world fades from green and blue to
orangey browns and muddled yellows.
As fall settles in,
I will learn to embrace change
as it walks on dirt-trails and
echoes in the crunch of frost-laden fields.
I will learn to envelop it with
chest and palms spread apart,
and heart cut open.
Regional Scholastic 2016 Gold Key Winner
I am terrified of what tomorrow will bring
and petrified by the unraveled seams of yesterday.
Change is an enemy
that I want to embrace one day,
chest and palms spread apart,
and heart cut open.
Until that day,
I will watch the moon and stars slide by,
their fingers sending ripples across the upper atmosphere,
their rays cascading against the fading days
as leaves change and fall,
their hues an array of vivid flame.
Their echoes will be heard against the
rubber soles of my running shoes
on cooling asphalt and
the branches will reach for the cotton-padded sky,
while the world fades from green and blue to
orangey browns and muddled yellows.
As fall settles in,
I will learn to embrace change
as it walks on dirt-trails and
echoes in the crunch of frost-laden fields.
I will learn to envelop it with
chest and palms spread apart,
and heart cut open.