by Joyce, Grade 11
In winter the seeds of snow sprout,
in spring they burn away.
——Come farther and watch, watch
as they breath gently in the sea of wind,
watch as they soothe the plaintive face of a
vast land that was the face of a child, scathed, bruised,
lips palpitating in broken rhymes,
and they whisper lullabies into your
ears, warm you up in blankets of pure white,
wave quiet dreams into your shadows.
Come closer, but do not speak nor seek; sleep,
and the land too sleeps in peace.