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Claire P.

In The Still Winter

In the still winter, I walk
Through the silenced trees, and watch
The frozen lake. It cloaks my face
In the cold light of the sun.

What waits beneath the winter freeze?
Flitting fish, just unseen?
Or frogs asleep until the ice is thawed
By gentle caresses of coming spring?

Among the faceless, I walk
Through the silent streets, and watch
The frozen masks. They reflect onto to me
The cold light of the sun.

What lies behind these frosty shrouds?
Darting thoughts, sleeping dreams?
Or love asleep until the heart is thawed
By the soft embrace of empathy?

For now these secrets are hidden
Behind a veil of ice.
Bleak barrier, it reflects back to me
The cold light of the sun.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]