WRITTEN IN NOVEMBER

BY YONU OH, 8

Foggy mornings cloud the day

As nature’s desire wants damp, cold, and gray; From green to red and orange and brown, The leaves lay themselves gently on the ground; Crackling fires furiously pop.

As my eyes fall upon the kitchen table, Naming the seats with slips of white label; A bundle of sweaters crowds the street, Rushing to whomever they want to meet. And the hum of soft laughter never seems to stop.

With a wave of cold, The lazy leaves roll; Christmas strings its lights, Filled with colorful delights; Daylight is declining fast, my friend. Unlike the long sunny days

When Summer had such laze, Autumn makes way for winter’s reign, As the warmth begins to wane; We must bid farewell until we meet again. <

FELLOW TRAVELER

BY ELIZABETH PETERS, 12