Diphylleia Grayi
Brianna Warrick
I’m from the sunbeam which you smile on,
bearing reminders of your beauty.
You were so young, so fair, so bold,
and, like the sun, you’ve made the hills your grave.
Bearing reminders of your beauty,
each breath of sunlight makes me ache,
and like the sun you’ve made the hills your grave.
Summer’s warmth gone with you too.
Forget not a heart that wanders.
Judge me not: this beautiful lie keeps us alive.
With the change of seasons, your love, gone too —
and I cling to that fading tendril of warmth.
Far too late, like the summer, I realized you were gone.
I’m from the sunbeam which you smile on
Rachelle Canilao, Grade 12