In the Woods
By Cassidy Martin, Age 12, Brattleboro
I can think of the
rivers made of diamonds and ice,
trees with the blossoming buds and dancing birds,
pearl clouds of smoke,
valleys of green, rainbows of flowers,
emerald dragonflies skipping in the air
above the deep olive pond as the cat tails sway and murmur.
But I don’t think of that.
I think of the dark thunder clouds that only rain on me,
the shadows that watch as I pass,
glowing eyes in the white and purple fog that creeps in around me.
