Valley

• Kristina Le Marne, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2009

The birds are chirping, as the sun starts to
Yawn, casting shadows on the cliff faces
And the steep ledges, which lie dormant
Waiting for change to come. From the autumn
Leaves, the blend of reds and yellows melting
Together, as they are swept off to dance
In a cool breeze…To the winter whose
Frost covers the plateaus and the treetops
Like a blanket wrapped around a newborn…
Nothing changes. From the spring blossoms
Which sprout from the earth, soaking in the light,
To the dry, summer ground, lined with wrinkle-like
Cracks, through which water would rarely trickle…
Nothing changes. Because, like all things,
Even the seasons will fade. And when that
Time dawns…what will be left? Where will we be?