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By Meghan Dempsey
Rice Memorial High School, Grade 9

She walks along the darkened path,
Shiv’ring through thin fibers.
Her breathing hastens to heavy gasps
That show the foggy warmth
Evaporating between each breath.

She reaches for the swelling midriff,
And looks up at the man before her,
Desperation and need pleading in dark eyes.

By Kim Horne
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

I’ve never been able to make up my mind about winter. I know that it isn’t my favorite season, but I can’t say that I completely hate it either. I love goofing off with my friends with a snowball fight, sledding down a hill made slippery from the snow, making snow angles, and especially coming inside to relax and sip hot cocoa while the feeling to your fingers comes back through the hot cup they’re grasped around.

By Meta Bergwall
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

My very first car was a Volvo station wagon. It had been my great-grandmother’s and was 20 years old. Now just hearing that it was my great-grandmother’s car was enough to make people laugh; however, it did not stop here. The speedometer was broken, the radio didn’t work and although it was an automatic it would often stall. Every day was a new adventure with that car; I seemed to always find a new problem when I went somewhere, which would just add to the list that my friends and I laughed about whenever I drove.

By Myrrhanda Kay Wentworth
Oxbow High School, Grade 10

My nose was cold and irritated. My lips shriveled and chapped. My cheeks were dry. And, my hands felt as though they might fall off. They were so cold and numb. That new North Face jacket was paying off though. My torso and arms were toasty as could be.

By Emily Shaw
Champlain Valley Union High School, Grade 10

Having fun
With your friends
By the fire drinking coco
Telling secrets
That’s winter
Sledding down the mighty hill
You face your fears
Down down
The cold biting
The wind is blowing
Snow flying in your face
That’s winter
Dark and cold
Staring at the icicles
Out your frosty window
Dreaming of snowball fights
That’s winter

By Hannah-Mollie West
Rochester High School, Grade 9

The leaves are falling
Like snow flakes
They cover the ground
But as a breeze comes up
They fly in to the air
Then lazily float back down
I look through my kitchen window
Eager for
That first hint of snow

I wait for the colors of fall
To fade away to white
The cool air grabs me
I walk out of the door

I love snow and the cold and snow boarding. Winter is my life! Unfortunately, my birthday is in August. Even here in Vermont there is no snow then. I have always wished for snow on my birthday. Every candle I blow out, I wish for snow. Before my Grandpa died he promised me that it would snow on my 16th birthday.