Changing Seasons

Posted October 31, 2013 & filed under Notebook.

In spring,
I will color the world light blue.
The sun will rise up.
The birds will sing a song
And people will dance all day long.
Dogs will bark
And the day will pass in front of me.

In winter,
I will color the world white.
Snow will fall.
We will jump up and down,
Up and down.
The snow is bigger than we
Will ever be.
Snowflakes everywhere.
So we make snowballs.

by Dawn, 3rd Grade



Posted May 10, 2010 & filed under Notebook.


The buds

of pansies


in the

muddy field

on a spring

mountain, as a butterfly


over a

blossoming rainbow

The spring breeze

picks up

dark clouds roll


A fawn


for cover

A thin

mist begins to


Water beats down on the


By Grace, 4th grade


Posted July 9, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

In the winter,
Footprints in the snow are always lost.
The snowstorm fills the fissures with cold, barren flakes.

But in the summer,
As the foliage gorges itself on the sweet water and the yielding sunlight that
Waltzes through the fertile canopy and brushes our skin,
We grow apart, and then again grow closer,
Caught in between the gentle dawn of spring and the drowsy dusk of autumn
Then turning our faces from the vivid, heated sky, away from the future,
And into transient, loving arms.

By Sophie, 10th grade
[photo by BenteMalm via flickr]

Where Spring Went

Posted December 2, 2008 & filed under Notebook.


. . . and when the spring got here
peace arrived, the wind would laugh
And I couldn’t help it but laugh too.
And by the twenty-first of some month
peace and wind would leave
And then you came here
Along with winter, with its cold,
steady whispers
And you taught my mind
That the days were easier in spring
That winter brings sorrow
For when the flowers die
And the trees are naked
I should run
run to a place where spring went.

By Montserrat, 10th grade
[photo by bossbob50 via flickr]