Student Publishing Program ::

Thomas Mielewczyk

White Branches

White branches crumble apart as wind whispers through,
Causing a fine trail of glittering snow to swerve downward,
Into a sea of pure white snow.
Pale rays of morning sun barely making it through
The thick layer of gray clouds blanketing the sky,
But we try to rest our eyes.

The snow is carefully lain over the ground,
Suffocating the life underneath it.
Small pieces of cloud, dive down in an endless assault,
Striking their enemy below –only to join it.
The wind slithers into ears and speaks of the ocean,
But we remain unmoved.

Bear, black as the blind eye’s eternal darkness,
Slowly moving each paw in a forgotten code,
Its dark mass barraged by endless flakes of snow.
Its tracks reveal crushed blades of grass,
Now struggling towards the dim light above.
But we cannot help.

Defeated, the last wavering beam of light is extinguished.
Nothing remains.
Except the wind, searching desperately for something lost.
Except the cold, wringing the life out of the dead.
Except the life, dying to make it one last day.
But we were never here.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]