An interpretive poemBy sophomore Benjamin Jackson
Leaves are falling
we are falling
fall is here
friends are near
just like deer,
through the woods.
When Skies are Grey: A Collection of Haikus for Seasonal DepressionBy freshman Victoria Lawson
Lord of all seasons, Be my warmth and my light, my Inner energy.
Draw near to me on Rainy days when the skies are Black and weep warm tears.
Draw near to me when The fog creeps in and heavy Air clings to my skin.
Draw near to me as My body aches for my bed And the grey world fades.
Lord of all seasons, When the clouds roll in, may they Not obscure Your face.