Trichotillomania
By Natalie Harding ‘28
Pick, pick
It’s spring now you should grow
I could if what happened in winter did not throw
Patience is a virtue you should know
But what happens if it won’t grow
What happens if I can’t know?
Spring
By Isabella Tea ‘32
The days are long and wet
People start to sweat
The flowers bloom with dew
People start to have the flu
The butterflies fly free
And I see the birdies in the tree
The wind blows sweet smells of Spring
Now I wonder what it’ll bring!
By Abby Kolinski ‘31
The flowers have bloomed, all is green and yellow
The sound of the birds is quiet and mellow
The sun shines bright on this warm, windy day
While I sit and ponder, “How beautiful is May”
Spring Acrostic Poem
By Fina Stump ‘32
Sun’s coming out
Petals of flowers starting to show
Roses growing thorns
Intelligent birds stealing crumbs
No coats anymore
Golden sunlight at least most of the time
The Oak Tree by the Window
By Regina Maricich ‘29
The nights of dark
With a moon so stark
Clings to the winter’s breeze
Who slashes with its frigid breath so all things freeze
And in the midst of those icey, cloudy days
A certain oak tree does still sway
Like Icarus in the sea, missing all its leaves
Battered endlessly under a sun that no longer gleams
And as this tree’s bark is whipped and nailed
The brutally of winter yet did fail
For as the days grew longer and the hours forward
The old tree remained through the foggy window, standing though sore
Then the immortal frost above the tested roots did die quite soon
Grass and flowers sprouting as the wind’s sigh became heavenly Apollo’s tune
Leaves of vivid green once more clothing the oak’s ragged arms
A beauty of life with its shade, born anew from death’s very harm
And with days and days, of slow progress and golden rays
By the glowing sun, which rose triumphantly above the fray
For the clouds did part, as winter itself had decayed
The oak tree flourished again, to fall, and to grow for many more a day
My Brook
By Luisa Silveyra Dodds ‘30
I have no boundaries, I go where I please.
My rocky banks leave crayfish at ease,
while I flow on and on without cease.
I am trustworthy and reliable;
to all the creatures I am alliable,
since I am nowhere near dryable.
Each day the doe and her fawn pass through me.
The coyote laps up my water near the big tree,
while mother duck, with her little ones, swims free.
My water saves, the sand and mud sustain.
Now spring has come again, soon there’ll be rain.
The clouds feed me their rainwater and here it’ll remain.
Each drop lands with a ripple.
The new leaves, now wet, dripple.
Then the amount of rain is triple!
Finally the rain comes to an end;
the damaged nature starts to mend.
But I am unharmed and flow around the bend.
Sweet Spring
Maria Hamway ‘31
Shining sun bursting through
Starting a new day
Wind blows
While trees soothingly sway
Beautiful birds chirp
Gratitude greets
Delicate butterflies dance
When cute chicks tweet
Preciously painted petals
Busily buzzing bees
Inspiration comes
Like a soft gentle breeze
Spread Joy
Praise sung
Freedom floats
Spring has sprung!
Revival of the Soul
By Libby Hamel ‘29
A new beacon of hope in a flame is kindled
The dreary darkness fogs away, something new has begun
Fear and anxiety swarming viciously round do dwindle
As cold is made warmer, in beaming rays of the sun.
Verses of nature grow louder, the choir of blue jays grows stronger
The sound of tomorrow more hopeful than ever
Shall the pure green hold to a branch? They wonder no longer
Bricks building expectations become light as a feather
As priorities rearrange with the waves of the wind.
Emotions bound to seasons bloom beautifully with the daisies
The trees wave, I am called to respond,
The once white sheet of paper skies break open to blue, the cirrus form faces
From withered grass and dry dirt, the cold rainless days move on
The scent of spring in the air brings relaxation to the strain of life
The once skated upon ponds look newer and fresher, as fish cut through the glass like reflection,
The reflection of my light skin seems revived and full once again.
This warmth is not just a new season, but a new life.
A new beginning being extended out on a platter, will the bond to the past be too strong?
It will not. Joy is near and change is not far, for in the new season, happiness will blossom.
The beating sun, the long grass in meadows of peace brushing upon my legs as the wind whistles through my ears, the bold green swallowing the old, the choirs singing, the rushing of the river and the bubbling of the brook, the warm air with a sweet scent unlike the nipping cold you have felt before.
This is not a feeling, but a revival of the soul.
The Work of Change
By Ethel P. Nanteza ‘29
I am just about the most unpredictable thing out there
I come when least expected–some may say too late, while others believe I am too early
But still, I continuously occur
I’m there when someone switches up their look, when kids hit puberty, when
things become something they weren’t before, and, in this case, when the
world’s Seasons shift
The trees have been powdered white for a while now
The air is still and silent as if it has been frozen
This reign of frost and blizzards has its stone cold grip wrapped around the
world’s neck, almost suffocating
The Seasons and I have a mixed relationship: they love to see me when it’s their
turn to begin, but when their end comes they try to ward me off as much as
they can
“When will it be over?” minds wonder about
“When will change come?”
I came
I brought the temperatures up a notch to prepare for the arrival of another
I swept away the snow, my presence enough to wake the bears from their slumber
The animals were no longer afraid to come out, because they know she’s coming
At first, it’s a bit uncomfortable and mucky–reminants from Winter nagging me
during my cleanup job
But then the world is ready for her
She kisses the lips of every bud, blossoming them into vibrant flowers
Her scent tickles the noses of those persistent in their hibernation, and lets their eyes
open to the radiance she has brought
She replaces Winter’s icy fingers with her own warm embrace
She’s always dressed in her crown of roses and freckles of sparkling sunlight
The trees are no longer bare but adorned with lush green leaves
When lungs take in the air, they are no longer coated with frost
They are filled with Spring’s buzz of life and refreshing energy
The birds sing beautiful songs of her glory and even the sun smiles a little brighter just
for her
But of course, I will visit again and make way for the next Season
Change, as people say, is the only constant there truly is
Spring will come again, and when she does the world will welcome her in with
open arms
The Resurrection of Jesus
Elizabeth Barrette ‘29
One by one His petals fall
Floating away, cutting my heart like a saw
I start to weep, feeling defeated
But here comes He, who already completed
He wiped away my tears as I began to ask
“Who are you? Take off your mask”
But soon I realized it was me
I was the one who was blind to see
He gives me a smile and shows me his scars
It is because of Him I count my lucky stars
I now rejoice because I made the choice
To follow Him and hear His voice
He reminds me that His petals fell
So I can rise with him and break free from my cell
The God Who Loves Us
Bridget Ladino ‘32
Peace, peace is kindness,
Kindness, kindness is love,
The world needs these things.
We need love the most,
God is love and love itself,
God is what we need.
God that made the world,
God whose mercy is endless,
The God who loves us.
The one whose son came,
The son who conquered the grave,
The son who taught us.
Oh, how He loves us,
Love greater than the ocean,
Great enough to save.
Springtime Wakes
By Charlotte Keefe ‘29
Winter’s close and summer grows, closer by the day
grass turns green from evening rain and tulips bend and sway
Geese come back from trips abroad, while ducklings here will stay
Still learning from mothers and spending days at play
Sun peeks through the thick storm clouds and shines upon the earth,
while robins make their nests up high and mother deer give birth
the end of darkness and into the light
Why must I sit here and write?
As the daylight fades into night
“The Thaw”
By Alicja Pencina ‘31
Snow loosens at the sight of sun,
Slipping into the bright streams,
To carry winter quietly away.
Days grow longer,
And the tree’s branches rise-
Not yet green, but leaving the era of stillness.
There’s a change that cannot be named,
Softer air, faint birdsong,
Like a careful hello.
The cold and dry air begins to thin,
Replaced by signs of life-
Water moving, earth breathing.
Beneath it all, lays a symbol,
One that comes every year,
Almost unseen, but still present:
A flower.
It appears slowly, certain, and unafraid,
Of the dangerous things that winter brings,
Opening a path to what comes next,
Spring.
Softball Fun in the Sun!
By Harper Quates ‘32
My softball dreams are bigger than huge
I want to play at the field day after day
Summer softball is such a slay, and it’s coming up soon so hooray!
Playing in the sun winning games one after one is always so much fun!
And when the day is done, I just want to do it over and over again on a constant rerun!
Once Upon a Spring
By Natalie Bowman ‘30
I saw you there for the first time
During my best season
My blossoms had never been brighter
My warmth had never felt so right
You came along like the sun
Brighter than even myself
And you had an untold secret
A sweetness hidden underneath
They said that you were shallow
But I’ve seen the real true you
A kind respectful wonderful man
He loves me more than anyone
Our flowers grew and grew together
The sun nurtured us both
I was pretty; you were handsome
And we’d talk about everything until dawn
Winter came and passed
We bore it through together
Our love did not wither and die
Just returned in warmer weather
But in spring we finally saw each other
As not only our colorful flowers
Our weeds and pain hidden underneath
Shielded by pastel colors
We weeded ourselves and helped each other
In order that spring might survive
We’ll keep each other warm in cold weather
But always have spring inside
Vernal Blossoms
By Elisabeth Smith ‘28
Why do flowers bloom in spring,
The vernal mother’s warm embrace
To quicken the nearly extinct race
Of lilies, daisies, and rosies in ring.
“Look in thy glass…” the Bard once wrote:
These blossoms yet mirror the prime
Of spring-last, and ever-cyclical time
Until these petals to the sea can float.
I read a book, the parchment crinkles.
(Like petals pressed to never sear)
I meet senescent thoughts once dear;
The face itself has not even wrinkles.
For seeds to grow the wheat must fall
Although unnoticed from the windowsill,
Creation weaves, inciting little thrills
And yet more till eternity they enthrall.
Easter 🪺🐰🐇🐣✝️
By Katharina Smith ‘32 & Sofia Florez ‘32
Here come the bees
Coming to help buds on the trees
Easter is here, risen is He
Set free are we
Sins are redeemed
Sun beams gleamed
Heaven’s gates were set free
Christ saved you and me
Eternal life was a thing
He is our King
Rose on the third day
Christ is risen today!
Hooray!
The Awakening of Spring
By Caroline McRoskey ‘29
Where frost has rendered the world dark and cold,
Wooden limbs stuck in frozen slumber
Are released from their crystalline captor,
Who retreats within the ground and ceases to cumber.
Rejoice! The Earth awakens again.
The liberated Sun releases her warming rays
And coaxes life into returning from winter’s exile.
Green covers everywhere, flowers begin to bloom,
Spreading their sweet perfume for miles.
Rejoice! The Earth awakens again.
Lured by Sun, beasts once again return,
Reuniting in sweetness with earthen friends.
Then golden messengers carry the hope of flowers:
To begin anew, multiply
Life’s work never ends.
Rejoice! The Earth awakens again.
Color lives and goodness reigns
As all life returns for the glory of Spring.
Rejoice! The Earth awakens again!
Sounds and Sights of Spring
By Elizabeth Ziegler ‘31
Walking down the path
As a zephyr blows leaves away
I can feel the air get warmer
On this sweet, bright sunny day
The winter is now fading
And everyone can see
The blooming sprouts in gardens
Blossomed in harmony
The flowers seem to dance
While swaying in the breeze
Their vibrant shades call out
To the taller, wiser trees
Up high the birds are singing
A song I love to hear
And animals run freely
With pleasure, delight, no fear
The day goes by fast
With adventures in the wood
The sun soon starts to sink
Beneath the horizon’s hood
And so the blue turns purpley pink
But the warm are still is nigh
And the flowers still stay vivid
And the birds still sing on high
And though the sun is setting now
And I can see the moon
I leave my walk with the happy thought
Spring is coming soon!
The Springtime Wind
By Violet Krawiecki ‘30
You trample me with little hands
You roll over me with giggles on your lips
You get back up while I watch you play
You run. You fall. You stand.
Like a little leaf in the springtime wind
You push me down with greater feet
You tread on my tall and flimsy lengths
You look upon me with curiosity in your eyes
You stroke me. You are kind. You care.
Like a blooming flower in the springtime wind
New little feet trample on me
But you are near, guiding them as your own
You lift that little spirit with love in your hands
You walk. You cherish. You nurture.
Like a strong rooted tree in the springtime wind.
Spring for the Family
By Elisabeth Halberstadt ‘27
For sister, it’s exams, good weather,
and the tempting freedom of summer
For father, it’s taxes and then no longer
Or coaching brother’s new spring soccer
For brother, it’s finally the season of tennis
So he won’t be a winter menace
For mother, it’s the flowers of the garden
That give renewed hope and pardon
For all, it’s the promise of winter ending
With all the snow melting
The blossoms dare to live on
Just as we dare to live right on
My Darling Beautiful Spring
By Ayla Tran ‘30
My darling beautiful spring,
So warm, and yet it could never be too much.
Maybe some may find you bothersome, but even if I had allergies, I could never hate you.
Your beauty shines like a light through my window, I could never stop looking at you.
The way life just grows carelessly just around you,
Or how the bugs surround the flowers you grew,
It brings me back to my inner peace about nature,
And knowing you makes me go back to my soul.
I cannot say I only like you for your beauty, but I love you as well because of your personality.
Even if many says you do not have a definitive characteristic trait,
It is certainly different from the other seasons.
Your cheerful embrace warms up many hearts,
As well as your generosity brings life into earth.
Your story could be told by thousands of ways,
Maybe like how you are the light to Persephone and Demeter’s daughter and mother relationship,
Or even the silly hungry caterpillar eating up all the food you provide for the land.
It shows how much you provide for us.
Even if we never notice until we think hard about it.
Even with these messy words,
Or horrid grammar,
Your beauty could never be displayed even if the best poet wrote about you.
Because your beauty is so immaculate,
And no one could just forget about you.
Because you will always be our darling spring.
Springtime
By Ainsley Shannahan ‘28
The forgetful squirrel crawled about searching for nuts
And finding none, began to howl
“Oh woe is me! I’m such a klutz!”
At least, that was recounted by the nosy owl
The nosy owl was always happy during spring
The hungry bear left her den
And well rested began to talk about everything
About everyone in the Sunset Glen
The hungry bear was quite annoyed whenever spring came around
It was the time of year she was forced to leave her home
And perhaps it would have been tolerable but for one screeching sound
Pitchy and clear, the loud birds sung on in their operatic tone
The loud birds loved spring, perhaps most of all
The berries ripened and the trees grew tall
The flowers bloomed without a care
And the loud birds sang “A happy spring to those everywhere!”
Spring Has Sprung
By Violet Kelley ‘28
Robins huddled in their nests with feathers tucked in tight.
Perched upon their eggs, keeping them warm on this spring night.
As the sun begins to rise and the animals start to stir,
Papa robin flies the coop, preparing for baby birds.
The bright blue speckled eggs, nestled beneath the wings,
Begin to crack and open, it’s the first sign of spring!
