ah- it is the sun in the hemlock grove

ah-

it is the sun in the hemlock grove

it is the summer breeze

it is the sunlight that filters through

these great and solemn trees





 

Cynder Malin-Stremlau

VT

15 years old

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    At first a sense upon her brow

    Perhaps the shadows grow

    The unlike scent upon the air

    Of orange brown, of Gold

     

    All at once does dance the wind

    Her whispers are enough

  • Night

    Night 



    In the darkness, trouble stirs

    Whispers louder grow

    Trains howl into the night 

    Below boards, breath is slow

    Ignorance begets complacency

    Indifference boils down to hate