Students share their perspectives on the winter ambiance
“The Promise of Color”
Drew Baird ’24
The snow is starting now.
Not the fluffy, playful snow
That greets you on a fine morning.
Rough,
Dull
Snow —
The kind that continues
Through a cold night.
White snow that makes
White trees
And white mountains
And white houses.
There is beauty
In this season
That is defined by the promise of color.
What is white now
Will not be forever.
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Gianna Hayes
Spring fills my mind with possibilities, and tulips sprout in my head as I lay myself down on a lush moss bed.
And Summer! Summer fills my lungs with passion, a yearning–an excitement for exploring, growing, and learning.
In Autumn, I feel the crisp crunch of leaves beneath my feet, and clutch my mug of apple cider, warm and sweet.
But when Winter comes I tense up.
Winter, for the longest time, scared me.
Because despite all the layers
Winter is when I feel most vulnerable.
I wear my heart on the sleeves of my puffy jacket.
I cry too easily, and blame it on the blistering gusts.
But although the sun pierces my eyes like an icicle,
The snow sparkles softly, as Swarovski crystals.
And though the flurries feel like static on a TV,
The snow coats me in a blanket of powdered sugar and whipped cream.
And though the wind sweeps me off my feet, I’ve never felt more grounded than when I take that sharp inhale of cold air at 7AM,
Finding an odd sense of comfort,
A contradictory sort of strength
In that very same vulnerability.
Le Froid
Jemella Piersol-Freedman ’26
J’ai froid. Je m’enfonce plus profondément
Dans mes couvertures, mais le froid pénètre
Chaque coin et recoin, ses longues vrilles glissant
A travers les murs, la porte, la fenêtre.
On frissonne sous nos grottes de couverture
Jusqu’à l’heure où ce n’est plus acceptable
De dormir. Nous sortons à contrecœur.
La froideur de ton haleine est palpable.
Mais, même si je gèle, ce n’est pas si mal
Parce que t’es là, à gauche. J’ai l’impression
Que tu me soutiens dans ce froid brutal.
On marche ensemble tous deux compatissants.
Je m’en rends compte lors de notre balade:
Avec toi ma vie est beaucoup moins froide.
“Mourn”
Shane Byrne ’23
“Oh Lord
Release Your cold lungs,
succumb me in Your frost
I am the one
Which You have been waiting for
Bring me to a time
where the snow falls oh so slow
and the world is being frozen over for its sins
Clouded in blissful, silent slumber
looking through a window to nowhere”
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