“Signs of Fall” By Avantika Thyagarajan

When you wake up for school and the sun hasn’t even risen,

That’s how you know it’s fall

When you walk home and the leaves crunch and crackle under your feet,

That’s how you know it’s fall

When it’s too cold to be summer but too sunny to be winter,

That’s how you know it’s fall

When red, yellow, brown, and orange leaves litter the streets,

That’s how you know it’s fall

When kids walk around in costumes trick-or-treating,

That’s how you know it’s fall

When the air fills with the smells of cinnamon, pumpkins, and spices

That’s how you know it’s fall

When bulbous pumpkins and apple cider sit on the side of the road waiting to be bought,

That’s how you know it’s fall

When families have big meals together with turkey and mashed potatoes,

That’s how you know it’s fall

When honking birds soar across the sky in a V formation,

That’s how you know it’s fall

When farms sprout with fresh vegetables ready to be harvested,

That’s how you know it’s fall

 

“Politicians” By Ethan Schenker

The bustling streets of Washington D.C

Filled with democrats, republican, and those in between,

Clashing opinions,

A journey for truth,

Getting the “big scoop,”

Staying up at all hours,

In a struggle for political power,

Blinded by arrogance,

Ignorance and greed,

Not knowing what they really need.

A single ounce of compassion.

 

“When the Sun Sets” By Dhruv Raghavan

When the sun begins to set

We all go home and place a bet

How long will the sun last today?

Will he ever care to stay?

The sun shows his bright colors

But darkness comes and smothers

He fights back

But darkness gives him a whack

His blood is like a colorful quilt in the sky

We watch and say goodbye

The sun sinks down to the ground

Darkness goes and keeps him bound

Each night, they have a fight

Each day, the sun shows his light

But when he’s forced away

Darkness then comes to stay

We may always want light

But we can’t always win a fight.

A collection…by Dani Klein

Children

By Dani Klein

Is there anything sweeter than the voices of children?

Such songs shine through snow like pale seashells on beaches.

Through blizzards and thunder there’s one star that’s shining

The smile of a child whose small hand is reaching

A smile may make a dark day feel lighter

A smile may make a coward a fighter

Stand without fear and your fear shall not show

Others can make you feel more than you know

If our voices could tie knots

By Dani Klein

Sit and

Stand

And watch and

Hear the voices they will sound

In the darkness

And in the light.

Invaders

Guests

They will listen if you tell them

If our voices could tie knots

We would make a rope

So we could sing our way to heaven

If my shoes could sing

By Dani Klein

If my shoes could sing

They should scream

Their soles are worn and laces ripped

They should shout with glee I

Fly through the city

I pound and sprint and lift off the ground

My feet

Are moving fast

You may not see them

See me go

If they should sing I should

run

Secrets, Secrets

By Dani Klein

Secrets, Secrets

Are no

fun

How can you have

fun

when you are being torn apart?

Your lips are

as open as ever

while also shut

tight

Good people hate secrets

They attack you inside and

leave scars

The bad ones don’t

even know that they are filled

With lies

Dance

By Dani Klein

And you dance

Across the room

You lift your

arms to the sun

And spin

And spin

And you spin

The earth and

the earth spins the sun and

the sun spins the moon and

the moon spins you

and you

dance

Wind

By Dani Klein

Wind will

push and it

will hurt and

wind will push and wind

will scream

and you will cry and

you will cry

because it will hurt

and it will not

Listen

because it is

the wind.

Phone

By Dani Klein

On the phone I can hear you but

I cannot feel you

on the phone I cannot touch you

On the phone I cannot see you

But you

are miles and miles away so please

pick up the phone

Eye by Lauren Chase

The eye of the storm is a fascinating thing

It holds itself with a monster of chaos

 

The eye looks out for you in times of danger

Carefully pulling you into its grasp

 

The eye of the storm is a fascinating thing

A shelter, however small, of serene stillness

Storm by Lauren Chase

The merciless waves

Pound my little boat

As it tosses and turns

In the rough and rampant sea

The wind tears at my sail

Making me spin, spin spin

 

But I stay in my little, little boat

The one thing that keeps me from drowning

In the vicious storm

I weather the storm with my faithful boat

And as the storm dies

I give thanks to my strong, resilient little ship

The Storm Rider